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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. 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
her husband still. That, in Amelia Phillips' opinion, would have betrayed a weakness not to be tolerated. Emily looked at the lamp unwinkingly. "That wick needs trimming," she said. Then, with a sudden recurrence of the untuneful note: "Is he dangerously ill?" "We haven't heard for three days. The doctors were not anxious about him Monday, though they said it was a pretty severe case." A faint, wraith-like change of expression drifted over Emily's beautiful face and was gone in a moment. What was it--relief? Regret? It would have been impossible to say. When she next spoke her vibrant voice was as perfectly melodious as usual. "I think I will go to bed, Amelia. John will not be back until late I suppose, and I am very tired. There comes the rain. I suppose it will spoil all the flowers. They will be beaten to pieces." In the dark hall Emily paused for a moment and opened the front door to be cut in the face with a whip-like dash of rain. She peered out into the thickly gathering gloom. RUSTFUL THAT EMILY IN HER HEART OF HEART LOVED HER HUSBAND STILL THAT IN AMELIA'S OPINION WOULD HAVE BETRAYED A WEAKNESS NOT TO BE TOLERATED EMILY LOOKED AT THE LAMP UNWINKINGLY THAT WICK NEXT TRIMMING SHE SAID THEN WITH A SUDDEN RECURRENCE OF THE UNTUNEFUL NOTE IS HE DANGEROUSLY ILL WE HAVEN'T HEARD FOR THREE DAYS THE DOCTORS WERE NOT ANXIOUS ABOUT HIM MONDAY ALTHOUGH THEY SAID IT WAS A PRETTY SEVERE CASE A FAINT WRAITHLIKE CHANGE OF EXPRESSION DRIFTED OVER EMILY'S BEAUTIFUL FACE AND WAS GONE IN A MOMENT WHAT WAS IT RELIEF REGRET IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN SHE NEXT SPOKE HER VIBRANT VOICE WAS AS PERFECTLY MELODIOUS AS USUAL I THINK I'LL GO TO BED AMELIA JOHN WILL NOT BE BACK UNTIL LATE I SUPPOSE AND I AM VERY TIRED THERE COMES THE RAIN I SUPPOSE IT WILL SPOIL ALL THE FLOWERS THEY WILL BE BEATEN TO PIECES IN THE DARK HALL EMILY PAUSED FOR A MOMENT AND OPENED THE FRONT DOOR TO BE CUT IN THE FACE WITH A WHIP LIKE DASH OF RAIN SHE PEERED OUT INTO THE THICKLY GATHERING GLOOM
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