Posted on August 19, 2007. Filed under: Edith Wharton, Short Stories |
by Edith Wharton (1862-1937) I“Oh, there is one, of course, but you’ll never know it.”
The assertion, laughingly flung out six months earlier in a bright June garden, came back to Mary Boyne with a sharp perception of its latent significance as she stood, in the December dusk, waiting for the lamps to be brought into [...]
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