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Emily stood at the gate for some time after Jameson's waggon had disappeared. When the brief burst of sunset splendour had faded out she turned and went into the garden where late asters and chrysanthemums still bloomed. EMILY STOOD AT THE GATE FOR SOME TIME AFTER JAMESON'S WAGON HAD DISAPPEARED WHEN THE BRIEF BURST OF SUNSET SPLENDOR HAD FADED OUT SHE TURNED AND WENT INTO THE GARDEN WHERE LATE ASTERS AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS STILL BLOOMED
ways and very cold generally; sometimes it softened to tenderness with those she loved, but in it there was always an undertone of inflexibility and reserve. Nobody had ever heard Emily Fair's voice tremble. "You are more than welcome, Mrs. Fair," said Hiram Jameson, with a glance of bold admiration. Emily met it with an unflinching indifference. She disliked Hiram Jameson. She had been furious under all her external composure because he had been at the station when she left the train. Jameson perceived her scorn, but chose to disregard it. "Proud as Lucifer," he thought as he drove away. "Well, she's none the worse of that. I don't like your weak women--they're always sly. If Stephen Fair don't get better she'll be free and then--" He did not round out the thought, but he gloated over the memory of Emily, standing by the gate in the harsh, crude light of the autumn sunset, with her tawny, brown hair curling about her pale, oval face and the scornful glint in her large, dark-grey eyes. DISTINCTIVE VOICE IT WAS VERY SWEET ALWAYS AND VERY COLD GENERALLY SOMETIMES IT SOFTENED TO TENDERNESS WITH THOSE SHE LOVED BUT IN IT THERE WAS ALWAYS AN UNDERTONE OF INFLEXIBILITY AND RESERVE NOBODY HAD EVER HEARD EMILY FERRE'S VOICE TREMBLE YOU'RE MORE THAN WELCOME MISSUS FERRE SAID HIRAM JAMESON WITH A GLANCE OF BOLD ADMIRATION EMILY MET IT WITH UNFLINCHING INDIFFERENCE SHE DISLIKED HIRAM JAMESON SHE HAD BEEN FURIOUS UNDER ALL HER EXTERNAL COMPOSURE BECAUSE HE'D BEEN AT THE STATION WHEN SHE LEFT THE TRAIN JAMESON PERCEIVED HER SCORN BUT CHOSE TO DISREGARD IT PROUD AS LUCIFER HE THOUGHT AS HE DROVE AWAY WELL SHE'S NONE THE WORSE FOR THAT I DON'T LIKE YOUR WEAK WOMEN THEY'RE ALWAYS SLY IF STEPHEN FAIR DON'T GET BETTER SHE'LL BE FREE AND THEN HE DID NOT ROUND OUT THE THOUGHT BUT HE GLOATED OVER THE MEMORY OF EMILY STANDING BY THE GATE IN THE HARSH CRUDE LIGHT OF THE AUTUMN SUNSET WITH HER TAWNY BROWN HAIR CURLING ABOUT HER PALE OVAL FACE AND A SCORNFUL GLINT IN HER LARGE DARK GREY EYES
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