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The storm seemed to reach out and clutch her and swallow her up. She went through the garden, where the flowers already were crushed to earth; she crossed the long field beyond, where the rain cut her face like a whip and the wind almost twisted her in its grasp like a broken reed. THE STORM SEEMED TO REACH OUT AND CLUTCH HER AND SWALLOW HER UP SHE WENT THROUGH THE GARDEN WHERE THE FLOWERS ALREADY WERE CRUSHED TO EARTH SHE CROSSED THE LONG FIELD BEYOND WHERE THE RAIN CUT HER FACE LIKE A WHIP AND THE WIND ALMOST TWISTED HER IN ITS GRASP LIKE A BROKEN REED
he 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. 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. She lit a lamp and dressed herself noiselessly, but with feverish haste. Then she listened. The house was very still. Amelia and John had gone to bed. She wrapped herself in a heavy woollen shawl hanging in the hall and crept downstairs. With numbed fingers she fumbled at the key of the hall door, turned it and slipped out into the night.  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 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 SHE LIT A LAMP AND DRESSED HERSELF NOISELESSLY BUT WITH FEVERISH HASTE THEN SHE LISTENED THE HOUSE WAS VERY STILL AMELIA JOHN HAD GONE TO BED SHE WRAPPED HERSELF IN A HEAVY WOOLLEN SHAWL HANGING IN THE HALL AND CREPT DOWN STAIRS WITH NUMBED FINGERS SHE FUMBLED AT THE KEY OF THE HALL DOOR TURNED IT AND SLIPPED OUT INTO THE NIGHT
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