Book 2, Chapter 12: What Harriet Did

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌⁠She must wait for her miracle. As the weeks and months wore away, and as the season of violent and high-frequency alternations between summer and winter, which the Chicagoan calls spring, gave place to summer itself, Rose was driven to intrench herself more and more deeply behind this great expectation. It was like a dam holding back waters that otherwise would have rushed down upon her and swept