There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning. - Kate Chopin

All sense of reality had gone out of her life; she had abandoned herself to fate, and awaited the consequences with indifference.

You have been a very foolish boy, wasting your time dreaming of impossible things when you speak of Mr. Pontellier setting me free! I am no longer one of Mr. Pontelliere's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose. If he were to say, 'here Robert, take her and be happy; she is yours,' I should laugh at you both

An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her with a vague anguish...like a shadow... a mist passing across her soul's summer day.