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"Of all things I hate a fall storm most," she muttered. "It frightens me." OF ALL THINGS I HATE A FALSE STORM MOST SHE MUTTERED IT FRIGHTENS ME
en she had put out her light and gone to bed she found that she could not sleep. She pretended to believe that it was the noise of the storm that kept her awake. Not even to herself would Emily confess that she was waiting and listening nervously for John's return home. That would have been to admit a weakness, and Emily Fair, like Amelia, despised weakness. Every few minutes a gust of wind smote the house, with a roar as of 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, 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.  THE NORTH WESTERN EAVES WHEN SHE HAD PUT OUT HER LIGHT AND GONE TO BED SHE FOUND SHE COULD NOT SLEEP SHE PRETENDED TO BELIEVE THAT IT WAS THE NOISE OF THE STORM THAT KEPT HER AWAKE NOT EVEN TO HERSELF WOULD EMILY CONFESS THAT SHE WAS WAITING AND LISTENING NERVOUSLY FOR JOHN'S RETURN HOME THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN TO ADMIT A WEAKNESS AND EMILY FAIR LIKE AMELIA DESPISED WEAKNESS EVERY FEW MINUTES A GUST OF WIND SMOTE THE HOUSE WITH A ROAR AS OF 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
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