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Out of her stupor and pain a purpose formed itself clearly. She must go to Stephen  she must beg and win his forgiveness before it was too late. She dared not go down to John and ask him to take her to her husband. He might refuse. The Phillipses had been known to do even harder things than that. At the best there would be a storm of protest and objection on her brother's and sister's part, and Emily felt that she could not encounter that in her present mood. It would drive her mad. OUT OF HER STUPOR AND PAIN A PURPOSE FORMED ITSELF CLEARLY SHE MUST GO TO STEPHEN SHE MUST BEG AND WIN HIS FORGIVENESS BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE SHE DARED NOT GO DOWN TO JOHN AND ASK HIM TO TAKE HER TO HER HUSBAND HE MIGHT REFUSE THE PHILLIPS HAD BEEN KNOWN TO DO EVEN HARDER THINGS THAN THAT AT THE BEST THERE WOULD BE A STORM OF PROTEST AND OBJECTION ON HER BROTHERS AND SISTER'S PART AND EMILY FELT THAT SHE COULD NOT ENCOUNTER THAT IN HER PRESENT MOOD IT WOULD DRIVE HER MAD
on her white, intent face. She looked like a woman waiting for the decree of doom. At first John and Amelia talked of trivial matters. Then the latter said abruptly: "Did you hear how Stephen Fair was?" "He's dying," was the brief response. Emily heard Amelia's startled exclamation. She gripped the square rails with her hands until the sharp edges dinted deep into her fingers. John's voice came up to her again, harsh and expressionless: "He took a bad turn the day before yesterday and has been getting worse ever since. The doctors don't expect him to live till morning." Amelia began to talk rapidly in low tones. Emily heard nothing further. She got up and went blindly back into her room with such agony tearing at her heartstrings that she dully wondered why she could not shriek aloud. Stephen--her husband--dying! In the burning anguish of that moment her own soul was as an open book before her. The love she had buried rose from the deeps of her being in an awful, accusing resurrection. OW SHAFT OF LIGHT STRUCK ON HER WHITE INTENT FACE SHE LOOKED LIKE A WOMAN WAITING FOR THE DECREE OF DOOM AT FIRST JOHN AND AMELIA TALKED OF TRIVIAL MATTERS THEN THE LATTER SAID ABRUPTLY DID YOU HEAR HOW STEPHEN FAIR WAS HE'S DYING WAS THE BRIEF RESPONSE EMILY HEARD AMELIA'S STARTLED EXCLAMATION SHE GRIPPED THE SQUARE RAILS WITH HER HANDS UNTIL THE SHARP EDGES DENTED DEEP INTO HER FINGERS JOHN'S VOICE CAME UP TO HER AGAIN HARSH AND EXPRESSIONLESS HE TOOK A BAD TURN THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY AND HAS BEEN GETTING WORSE EVER SINCE THE DOCTORS DON'T EXPECT HIM TO LIVE TILL MORNING AMELIA BEGAN TO TALK RAPIDLY IN LOW TONES EMILY HEARD NOTHING FURTHER SHE GOT UP AND WENT BLINDLY BACK INTO HER ROOM WITH SUCH AGONY TEARING AT HER HEART STRINGS THAT SHE DULLY WONDERED WHY SHE COULD NOT SHRIEK ALOUD STEPHEN HER HUSBAND DYING IN THE BURNING ANGUISH OF THAT AWFUL MOMENT HER OWN SOUL WAS AN OPEN BOOK BEFORE HER THE LOVE SHE HAD BURIED ROSE FROM THE DEEPS OF HER BEING IN AN AWFUL ACCUSING RESURRECTION
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