"In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit or recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong." - Sarah Orne Jewett, The Country of Pointed Firs
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| Illustration from 1919 publication. |

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