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The day dwelt in her memory as a long stretch of aimless hours: blind alleys of time that led up to a dead wall of inaction.
Toward afternoon she remembered that she had promised to dine out and go to the opera. At first she felt that the contact of life would be unendurable; then she shrank from shutting herself up with her misery. In the end she let herself drift passively on the current of events, going through the mechanical routine of the day without much consciousness of what was happening.