The Wind in the rose-bush and other stories of the supernatural by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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Rebecca nodded with a fearful glance at the door. When Emma spoke again her voice was still more hushed. "I know how he felt," said she. "He had always been so prudent himself, and worked hard at his profession, and there Edward had never done anything but spend, and it must have looked to him as if Edward was living at his expense, but he wasn't." "No, he wasn't." "It was the way father left the property--that all the children should have a home here--and he left money enough to buy the food and all if we had all come home." "Yes." "And Edward had a right here according to the terms of father's will, and Henry ought to have remembered it." "Yes, he ought." "Did he say hard things?" "Pretty hard from what I heard." "What?" "I heard him tell Edward that he had no business here at all, and he thought he had better go away." |
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