The
reader would like very much to seedecide to run away with Frank, in spite of her misgivings and
in spite of the fact that they are not married. She is not only overwhelmed by her sense of duty
to her family and by her strict Catholic upbringing, but the poor girl just does not have the
strength of character to do such a radical thing as to leave her whole world behind her and
travel to Argentina with a man she really does not know very well. When Frank urges her to come
to the boat, she cannot go through with her decision to escape from Ireland.
She gripped with both hands at the iron railing. . . . No! No! It
was impossible. . . . Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.
The reader feels that this may be her only chance to escape from
the drudgery and misery of her life. She is not just losing Frank but losing all hope of
freedom. She is like many of the other characters in 's who seem to be
living in a sort of vaporous limbo.
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