I want to see England there--London there--all sorts of
people--why shouldn't one? why should one be shut up all by oneself in a
room?"
While she spoke thus half to herself and with increasing vagueness,
because her eye was caught by a ship that had just come into the bay,
she did not see that Terence had ceased to stare contentedly in front of
him, and was looking at her keenly and with dissatisfaction. She seemed
to be able to cut herself adrift from him, and to pass away to unknown
places where she had no need of him. The thought roused his jealousy.
"I sometimes think you're not in love with me and never will be," he
said energetically. She started and turned round at his words.
"I don't satisfy you in the way you satisfy me," he continued. "There's
something I can't get hold of in you. You don't want me as I want
you--you're always wanting something else."
He began pacing up and down the room.
"Perhaps I ask too much," he went on. "Perhaps it isn't really possible
to have what I want. Men and women are too different. You can't
understand--you don't understand--"
He came up to where she stood looking at him in silence.
It seemed to her now that what he was saying was perfectly true, and
that she wanted many more things than the love of one human being--the
sea, the sky. She turned again the looked at the distant blue, which was
so smooth and serene where the sky met the sea; she could not possibly
want only one human being.
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