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Not even to herself would Emily confess that she was waiting and listening nervously for John's return home. That would have been to admit a weakness, and Emily Fair, like Amelia, despised weakness. NOT EVEN TO HERSELF WOULD EMILY CONFESS THAT SHE WAS WAITING AND LISTENING NERVOUSLY FOR JOHN'S RETURN HOME THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN TO ADMIT A WEAKNESS AND EMILY FAIR LIKE AMELIA DESPISED WEAKNESS
 out into the thickly gathering gloom. Beyond, in the garden, she saw the asters tossed about, phantom-like. The wind around the many-cornered old farmhouse was full of wails and sobs. The clock in the sitting-room struck eight. Emily shivered and shut the door. She remembered that she had been married at eight o'clock that very morning seven years ago. She thought she could see herself coming down the stairs in her white dress with her bouquet of asters. For a moment she was glad that those mocking flowers in the garden would be all beaten to death before morning by the lash of wind and rain. Then she recovered her mental poise and put the hateful memories away from her as she went steadily up the narrow stairs and along the hall with its curious slant as the house had settled, to her own room under the north-western eaves. When she had put out her light and gone to bed she found that she could not sleep. She pretended to believe that it was the noise of the storm that kept her awake.  LIKE DASH OF RAIN SHE PEERED OUT INTO THE THICKLY GATHERING GLOOM BEYOND IN THE GARDEN SHE SAW THE ASTERS TOSSED ABOUT PHANTOM LIKE WIND AROUND THE MANY CORNERED OLD FARMHOUSE WAS FULL OF WAILS AND SOBS THE CLOCK IN THE SITTING ROOM STRUCK EIGHT EMILY SHIVERED AND SHUT THE DOOR SHE REMEMBERED SHE HAD BEEN MARRIED AT EIGHT O'CLOCK THAT VERY MORNING SEVEN YEARS AGO SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD SEE HERSELF COMING DOWN THE STAIRS IN HER WHITE DRESS WITH HER BOUQUET OF ASTERS FOR A MOMENT SHE WAS GLAD THAT THOSE MOCKING FLOWERS IN THE GARDEN WOULD BE ALL BEATEN TO DEATH BEFORE MORNING BY THE LASH OF WIND AND RAIN THEN SHE RECOVERED HER MIDDLE POISE AND PUT THE HATEFUL MEMORIES AWAY FROM HER AS SHE WENT STEADILY UP THE NARROW STAIRS AND ALONG THE HALL WITH ITS CURIOUS SLANT AS THE HOUSE HAD SETTLED TO HER OWN ROOM UNDER THE NORTH WESTERN EAVES WHEN SHE HAD PUT OUT HER LIGHT AND GONE TO BED SHE FOUND SHE COULD NOT SLEEP SHE PRETENDED TO BELIEVE THAT IT WAS THE NOISE OF THE STORM THAT KEPT HER AWAKE
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