Mary Heaton Vorse,
The Eyes of the Blind
(1915)
“ Even I, who had been warned, could never tell which of Alison's two certainties were right—whether in very fact she was poisoning the life about her, or whether her clairvoyant instinct had perceived what no eyes could see. But one thing I knew: that if, under our unnatural tranquillity, we all suffered—each in his own way, even though Godfrey suffered innocently—it was Alison whose very life was torn in two. Grief can kill and betrayal can put out the light of the spirit, but it is in conflict that the soul can find its most nameless torture. ”
