The Well of Loneliness

These, then, were the people to whom Stephen turned at last in her fear of isolation for Mary; to her own kind she turned and was made very welcome, for no bond is more binding than that of affliction. But her vision stretched beyond to the day when happier folk would also accept her, and through her this girl for whose happiness she and she alone would have to answer; to the day when through sheer force of tireless endeavour she would have built that harbour of refuge for Mary.

So now they were launched upon the stream that flows silent and deep through all great cities, gliding on between precipitous borders, away and away into no-man's-land -- the most desolate country in all creation. Yet when they got home they felt no misgivings, even Stephen's doubts had been drugged for the moment, since just at first this curious stream will possess the balm of the waters of Lethe.