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Richard observed that the situation was exposed on a sharp night. 



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It is after twelve o'clock. Every one else is in bed and I am sitting alone
in my study. I have been happier in this room than anywhere else in the
world. Happiness like that makes one insolent. I used to think these four
walls could stand against anything. And now I scarcely know myself here. Now
I know that no one can build his security upon the nobleness of another
person. Two people, when they love each other, grow alike in their tastes
and habits and pride, but their moral natures (whatever we may mean by that
canting expression) are never welded. The base one goes on being base, and
the noble one noble, to the end. 
The last week has been a bad one; I have been realizing how things used to
be with me. Sometimes I get used to being dead inside, but lately it has
been as if a window beside me had suddenly opened, and as if all the smells
of spring blew in to me. There is a garden out there, with stars overhead,
where I used to walk at night when I had a single purpose and a single
heart. I can remember how I used to feel there, how beautiful everything
about me was, and what life and power and dreedom I felt in myself. When the
window opens I know exactly how it would feel to be out there. But that
garden is closed to me. How is it, I ask myself, that everything can be so
different with me when nothing here has changed? I am in my own house, in my
own study, in the midst of all these quiet streets where my friends live.
They are all safe and at peace with themselves. But I am never at peace. I
feel always on the edge of danger and change. 


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