It was a delightful state.

But when her own consciousness caused it to elude her, then she both resented and regretted.

Anything that approached permanent attachment to this crude and untenanted West Carley would not tolerate for a moment.

Reluctantly she admitted it had bettered her health, quickened her blood, and quite relegated Florida and the Adirondacks, to little consideration.
"Well, as I told Glenn," soliloquized Carley, "every time I'm almost won over a little to Arizona she gives me a hard jolt.

I'm getting near being mushy today.