"Alone. She realized how much she had missed the luxury of solitude, and knew that its occasional comfort would always be essential to her...One was restored by solitude. Refreshed. She watched the doves, and hoped, just for the moment, that Loveday would not come searching for her. It was just that she needed time to reassemble and reorientate a personal sense of identity." Coming Home, Rosamunde Pilcher
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