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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: breath on the impossible, the extinct. Couldn't he see that in
relation to her private need the rites he had established were
practically an elaborate exclusion? She regretted nothing that had
happened; it had all been right so long as she didn't know, and it
was only that now she knew too much and that from the moment their
eyes were open they would simply have to conform. It had doubtless
been happiness enough for them to go on together so long. She was
gentle, grateful, resigned; but this was only the form of a deep
immoveability. He saw he should never more cross the threshold of
the second room, and he felt how much this alone would make a
stranger of him and give a conscious stiffness to his visits. He
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