Here she sighed, and, putting the thought of
marriage away, fell into a dream state, in which she became another person, and
the whole world seemed changed. Being a frequent visitor to that world, she
could find her way there unhesitatingly. If she had tried to analyze her
impressions, she would have said that there dwelt the realities of the
appearances which figure in our world; so direct, powerful, and unimpeded were
her sensations there, compared with those called forth in actual life. . . . It was a place where feelings were liberated from the constraint which
the real world puts upon them; and the process of awakenment was always marked
by resignation and a kind of stoical acceptance of facts. She met no
acquaintance there, as Denham did, miraculously transfigured; she played no
heroic part. But there certainly she loved some magnanimous hero, and as they
swept together among the leaf–hung trees of an unknown world, they shared the
feelings which came fresh and fast as the waves on the shore.
Night and Day ( 141)
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