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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. 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
n years ago. She thought she could see herself coming down the stairs in her white dress with her bouquet of asters. For a moment she was glad that those mocking flowers in the garden would be all beaten to death before morning by the lash of wind and rain. Then she recovered her mental poise and put the hateful memories away from her as she went steadily up the narrow stairs and along the hall with its curious slant as the house had settled, to her own room under the north-western eaves. When 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. AT VERY MORNING SEVEN YEARS AGO SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD SEE HERSELF COMING DOWN THE STAIRS IN HER WHITE DRESS WITH HER BOUQUET OF ASTERS FOR A MOMENT SHE WAS GLAD THAT THOSE MOCKING FLOWERS IN THE GARDEN WOULD BE ALL BEATEN TO DEATH BEFORE MORNING BY THE LASH OF WIND AND RAIN THEN SHE RECOVERED HER MIDDLE POISE AND PUT THE HATEFUL MEMORIES AWAY FROM HER AS SHE WENT STEADILY UP THE NARROW STAIRS AND ALONG THE HALL WITH ITS CURIOUS SLANT AS THE HOUSE HAD SETTLED TO HER OWN ROOM UNDER 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
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