Told in a French Garden - August, 1914 by Mildred Aldrich
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unexplained noise? They could get used to it. After a bit it would no
more wake them up,--such was the force of habit--than the ticking of the clock. To all this they both agreed, and the matter was dropped. For ten days they did not mention it, but in all those ten days a sort of crescendo of emotion was going on in her. At first she began to think of it as soon as bed-time approached; then she felt it intruding on her thoughts at the dinner table; then she was unable to sleep for an hour or two after the fifteen minutes had passed, and, finally, one night, she fled into his room to find him wide awake, just before dawn, and to confess that the shadow of midnight was stretched before and after until it was almost a black circle round the twenty-four hours. She knew it was absurd. She had no intention of being driven out of such a lovely place--BUT-- "See here, dear," he said. "Let's break our rule. We neither of us want company, but let's, at least, have a big week ender, and perhaps we can prove to ourselves that our nerves are wrong. One thing is sure, if you are going to get pale over it, I'll burn the blooming house down before we'll live in it." "But you mind it yourself?" "Not a bit!" "But you are awake." "Of course I am, because I know that you are." |
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