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Amelia glanced at her sharply. So she had not heard! Amelia had expected that Hiram Jameson would have told her. She wished that he had, for she never felt sure of Emily. AMELIA GLANCED AT HER SHARPLY SO SHE HAD NOT HEARD EMILY HAD EXPECTED THAT HIRAM JAMIESON WOULD HAVE TOLD HER SHE WISHED HE HAD FOR SHE HAD NEVER FELT SURE OF EMILY
n fields and the ragged maples around the garden writhed and wailed. The air was raw and chill. The rain that had threatened all day was very near. Emily shivered and went into the house. Amelia Phillips was bending over the fire. She came forward and took Emily's parcels and wraps with a certain gentleness that sat oddly on her grim personality. "Are you tired? I'm glad you're back. Did you walk from the station?" "No. Hiram Jameson was there and offered to drive me home. I'd rather have walked. It's going to be a storm, I think. Where is John?" "He went to the village after supper," answered Amelia, lighting a lamp. "We needed some things from the store." The light flared up as she spoke and brought out her strong, almost harsh features and deep-set black eyes. Amelia Phillips looked like an overdone sketch in charcoal. "Has anything happened in Woodford while I've been away?" asked Emily indifferently. Plainly she did not expect an affirmative answer. Woodford life was not eventful. GUST OF WIND CAME OVER THE BROWN SODDEN FIELDS AND THE RAKE AND MAPLES AROUND THE GARDEN WRITHED AND WAILED THE AIR WAS RAW AND CHILL THE RAIN THAT HAD THREATENED ALL DAY WAS VERY NEAR EMILY SHIVERED AND WENT INTO THE HOUSE AMELIA PHILLIPS WAS BENDING OVER THE FIRE SHE CAME FORWARD AND TOOK EMILY'S PARCELS AND WRAPS WITH A CERTAIN GENTLENESS THAT SAT ODDLY ON HER GRIM PERSONALITY ARE YOU TIRED I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK DID YOU WALK FROM THE STATION NO HIRAM JAMIESON WAS THERE AND OFFERED TO DRIVE ME HOME I'D RATHER HAVE WALKED IT'S GOING TO BE A STORM I THINK WHERE IS JOHN HE WENT TO THE VILLAGE AFTER SUPPER ANSWERED AMELIA LIGHTING A LAMP WE NEEDED SOME THINGS FROM THE STORE THE LIGHT FLARED UP AS SHE SPOKE AND BROUGHT OUT HER STRONG ALMOST HARSH FEATURES AND DEEP SET BLACK EYES AMELIA PHILLIPS LOOKED LIKE AN OVERDONE SKETCH IN CHARCOAL HAS ANYTHING HAPPENED IN WOODFORD WHY I BEEN AWAY ASKED EMILY INDIFFERENTLY PLAINLY SHE DID NOT EXPECT AN AFFIRMATIVE ANSWER WOODFORD LIFE WAS NOT EVENTFUL
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