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The next moment she recognized Emily and her face hardened. This woman, Stephen's sister in law, had always hated Emily Fair. THE NEXT MOMENT SHE RECOGNIZED EMILY AND HER FACE HARDENED THIS WOMAN STEPHEN'S SISTER IN LAW HAD ALWAYS HATED EMILY FAIR
rough commons and woods and waste valleys to her lost home. In after years that frenzied walk through the storm and blackness seemed as an unbroken nightmare to Emily Fair's recollection. Often she fell. Once as she did so a jagged, dead limb of fir struck her forehead and cut in it a gash that marked her for life. As she struggled to her feet and found her way again the blood trickled down over her face. "Oh God, don't let him die before I get to him--don't--don't--don't!" she prayed desperately with more of defiance than entreaty in her voice. Then, realizing this, she cried out in horror. Surely some fearsome punishment would come upon her for her wickedness--she would find her husband lying dead. When Emily opened the kitchen door of the Fair homestead Almira Sentner cried out in her alarm, who or what was this creature with the white face and wild eyes, with her torn and dripping garments and dishevelled, wind-writhen hair and the big drops of blood slowly trickling from her brow?  SHE FOUND THE PATH THAT LED THROUGH THE COMMONS AND WOODS AND WASTE VALLEYS TO HER LOST HOME IN AFTER YEARS THAT FRENZIED WALK THROUGH THE STORM AND BLACKNESS SEEMED AS AN UNBROKEN NIGHTMARE TO EMILY FERRIS RECOLLECTION OFTEN SHE FELL ONCE AS SHE DID SO A JAGGED DEAD LIMB OF FUR STRUCK HER FOREHEAD AND CUT IN IT A GASH THAT MARKED HER FOR LIFE AS SHE STRUGGLED TO HER FEET AND FOUND HER WAY AGAIN THE BLOOD TRICKLED DOWN OVER HER FACE OH GOD DON'T LET HIM DIE BEFORE I GET TO HIM DON'T DON'T DON'T SHE PRAYED DESPERATELY WITH MORE OF DEFIANCE THAN ENTREATY IN HER VOICE THEN REALIZING THIS SHE CRIED OUT IN HORROR SURELY SOME FEARSOME PUNISHMENT WOULD COME UPON HER FOR HER WICKEDNESS SHE WOULD FIND HER HUSBAND LYING DEAD WHEN EMILY OPENED THE DOOR OF THE FAIR HOMESTEAD ALMIRA SETNER CRIED OUT IN HER ALARM WHO OR WHAT WAS THIS CREATURE WITH A WHITE FACE AND WILD EYES WITH HER TORN AND DRIPPING GARMENTS AND DISHEVELLED WIND RHYTHN HAIR AND THE BIG DROPS OF BLOOD SLOWLY TRICKLING FROM HER BROW
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