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"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. 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
me 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. She gathered some of the more perfect ones here and there. She loved flowers, but to-night the asters seemed to hurt her, for she presently dropped those she had gathered and deliberately set her foot on them. A sudden gust of wind came over the brown, sodden 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? ILY 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 SHE GATHERED SOME OF THE MORE PERFECT ONES HERE AND THERE SHE LOVED FLOWERS BUT TO NIGHT THE ASTER SEEMED TORT HER FOR SHE PRESENTLY DROPPED THOSE SHE HAD GATHERED AND DELIBERATELY SET HER FOOT ON THEM A SUDDEN 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
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