She began to think with longing of the the crowded days in Boston before Daniel was sick , and even in the year past, when he had been away and she had gone to concert and recitals and had done good deeds for crippled children and had endlessly shopped for present to lighten the tedium of her husband’s unwilling exile.
And, longing she was remorseful, as if by desiring another she betrayed this life, and remorseful, she did away in sleep. Sometime she slept for hours in the daytime, imitating the cats, and when at last she got up, she had to push away the dense sleep as if it were a door.