In the Suntime of Her Youth Volume 1

In the Suntime of Her Youth Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ... are one." At what dreary scenes they have presided. To what groanings, which could be, but happily are not, publicly uttered, have they listened. We have a cowardly dread of tongue, the presence of the owner of a tongue is a bracing presence which gives a tightening twist to the tourniquet of reserve which we wear, which strengthens our grip of silent endurance. But when we are alone, when the dumb walls enfold us, when we let ourselves go, when we are so wrought upon that we must let ourselves go, _--little as we can afford the luxury, --then the walls get a sight, now and again, of a tragedy with no artifice about it, for which they pay nothing and at which there is no applause. But the walls of the white chamber which Elsie entered had encircled no tragedies at all. Shadow and shine had fallen on the sheltered lives of which it knew so much, but the shine was not such as dazzled, nor the shadow more than a passing shade. It was a bright and breezy room, the window was thrown wide open, the autumn sunshine streamed in upon bare boards intersected by a thread-bare lane of carpet, upon the dirnity-hung bed, upon those attempts at decoration, those odds and ends upon the walls, which had been added upon birthdays and other prodigal occasions, and which chronicled their date by their degree of fading. The room was not empty, Agnes was there, Agnes standing by the window in the sunshine, drumming with her hands on the sill. When the door opened, she glanced over her shoulder, but did not speak. "The train was in when we got to the station; we had hardly a moment there. Why didn't you come down, Agnes? You always used to see Max off, he said so." "I couldn't come," still drumming her chilly fingers on...
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  • Paperback | 56 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 118g
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236892550
  • 9781236892553