"All her adult life she had lived in houses built of deep accretions of other people's lives. She had moved among them cautiously. But here, she might extend to the very walls and they would reflect back upon her, her plant , her sampler, things that were herself." p.63

"She pictured to herself those whitened cottage rooms where she might quietly extend herself, and moving from room to room, meet and recognize her self in forms unaltered by the pressures of others upon her." p.164