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She was sitting at her open window. The night outside was like a dark, heavy, perfumed flower. An expectant night -- a night when things intended to happen. Very still. Only the loveliest of muted sounds-- the faintest whisper of trees, the airiest sigh of wind, the half-heard, half-felt moan of the sea.
"Oh, beauty!" whispered Emily, passionately, lifting her hands to the stars. "What would I have done without you all these years?"
This is the third, and my favorite, of the Emily books. I'll miss her.
"Oh, beauty!" whispered Emily, passionately, lifting her hands to the stars. "What would I have done without you all these years?"
This is the third, and my favorite, of the Emily books. I'll miss her.