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She looked back over her life much as if she were glancing with a chill interest at a series of pictures which in no way concerned her. Scene after scene, face after face, flashed out on the background of the darkness. SHE LOOKED BACK OVER HER LIFE MUCH AS IF SHE WERE GLANCING WITH A CHILL INTEREST AT A SERIES OF PICTURES WHICH NO WAY CONCERNED HER SCENE AFTER SCENE FACE AFTER FACE FLASHED OUT ON THE BACKGROUND OF DARKNESS
d Emily's window with a volley of rattling drops. In the silences that came between the gusts she heard the soft, steady pouring of the rain on the garden paths below, mingled with a faint murmur that came up from the creek beyond the barns where the pine boughs were thrashing in the storm. Emily suddenly thought of a weird story she had once read years before and long forgotten--a story of a soul that went out in a night of storm and blackness and lost its way between earth and heaven. She shuddered and drew the counterpane over her face. "Of all things I hate a fall storm most," she muttered. "It frightens me." Somewhat to her surprise--for even her thoughts were generally well under the control of her unbending will--she could not help thinking of Stephen--thinking of him not tenderly or remorsefully, but impersonally, as of a man who counted for nothing in her life. It was so strange to think of Stephen being ill. She had never known him to have a day's sickness in his life before. F A WILD BEAST AND BOMBARDED EMILY'S WINDOW WITH A VOLLEY OF RATTLING DROPS IN THE SILENCES THAT CAME BETWEEN THE GUSTS SHE HEARD THE SOFT STUDY POURING OF THE RAIN ON THE GARDEN PASS BELOW MINGLED WITH A FAINT MURMUR THAT CAME UP FROM THE CREEK BEYOND THE BARNS WHERE THE PINE BOUGHS WERE THRASHING IN STORM EMILY SUDDENLY THOUGHT OF A WEIRD STORY SHE HAD ONCE READ YEARS BEFORE AND LONG FORGOTTEN A STORY OF A SOUL THAT WENT OUT IN A NIGHT OF STORM AND BLACKNESS AND LOST ITS WAY BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH SHE SHUDDERED AND DREW THE COUNTERPANE OVER HER FACE OF ALL THINGS I HATE A FALSE STORM MOST SHE MUTTERED IT FRIGHTENS ME SOMEWHAT TO HER SURPRISE FOR EVEN HER THOUGHTS WERE GENERALLY WELL UNDER THE CONTROL OF HER UNBENDING WILL SHE COULD NOT HELP THINKING OF STEPHEN THINKING OF HIM NOT TENDERLY OR REMORSEFULLY BUT IMPERSONALLY AS OF A MAN WHO COUNTED FOR NOTHING IN HER LIFE IT WAS SO STRANGE TO THINK OF STEPHEN BEING ILL SHE HAD NEVER KNOWN HIM TO HAVE A DAY'S SICKNESS IN HIS LIFE BEFORE
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