I crave for the balm of Nature, the anodyne of solitude, the breath of Mother Earth.
In a forest, solitude would be life; in a city, it is death.
It was musical,—but how should there be such music in my solitude?
She did not wish to be unkind, but her one absorbing idea at this moment was of solitude.
How would she stand her solitude—absolutely alone in that house?