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Part II | Edith Wharton | |
XIII |
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Spring had really come at last. There were leaves on the ailanthus-tree that Evelina could see from her bed, gentle clouds floated over it in the blue, and now and then the cry of a flower-seller sounded from the street. One day there was a shy knock on the back-room door, and Johnny Hawkins came in with two yellow jonquils in his fist. He was getting bigger and squarer, and his round freckled face was growing into a smaller copy of his father's. He walked up to Evelina and held out the flowers. "They blew off the cart and the fellow said I could keep 'em. But you can have 'em," he announced. Ann Eliza rose from her seat at the sewing-machine and tried to take the flowers from him. "They ain't for you; they're for her," he sturdily objected; and Evelina held out her hand for the jonquils. After Johnny had gone she lay and looked at them without speaking. Ann Eliza, who had gone back to the machine, bent her head over the seam she was stitching; the click, click, click of the machine sounded in her ear like the tick of Ramy's clock, and it seemed to her that life had gone backward, and that Evelina, radiant and foolish, had just come into the room with the yellow flowers in her hand. |
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