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August 10 - August 26, 2024
the rest of the poem went. It had been disgraced—degraded—it must be blotted out of existence.
Perry Miller
"Don't touch them—you have no right!" gasped Emily frantically.
Teddy Kent,
"You shall not burn them—you shall not have them," gasped Emily.
a kind of calm rage.
You are an unjust, tyrannical person."
Emily shrank from the impending ordeal with all the dread of a sensitive, fine strung nature facing humiliation.
a dreamland scene that would ordinarily have delighted her.
The big black-raftered kitchen looked spookish and weird,
Cousin Jimmy,
looking more gnome-like than ever.
Now that the crisis had come she found herself able to confront it coolly—nay,
producing a rather skeletonic effect.
"You heard a pack of lies," said Perry,
Never again, Miss Brownell felt, would Emily be able to look levelly at her with those dauntless eyes that bespoke a soul untamable and free, no matter what punishment might be inflicted upon body or mind.
A sudden strange change came over Elizabeth Murray's proud, angry face. She stood very still, looking at Cousin Jimmy—stood
But she had escaped the unbearable, and things might be worse.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805) is a narrative poem in six cantos with copious antiquarian notes by Walter Scott. Set in the Scottish Borders in the mid-16th century, it is represented within the work as being sung by a minstrel late in the 1600s.
https://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Lay_of_the_Last_Minstrel
the light that never was on land or sea in her young eyes.
"you can talk to me all you want to.
The White Lady,
Jennie
Frank Barker.
Ilse says she is going to call God Alla after this.
Ilse
Cousin...
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Aunt Laura
kept things pleasant. She is good at making things pleasant.
my old account-book that Aunt Elizabeth burned, because it seemed just like a person to me.
I didn't feel like a stranger among the Murrays any more.
'Your mother and I used to stand like this long ago, Emily, to watch the Christmas guests go away.'