[The Wheel of Life by Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow]@TWC D-Link bookThe Wheel of Life CHAPTER III 7/10
"I want to turn every page one after one." "And yet you live the life of a hermit thrush--you have in reality as little part in that bustling turmoil of New York out there as has poor Angela herself." "But my adventures will come to me--I feel that they will come." "Then you're happy, my dear, for you have the best of your adventures as you call them in your waiting time." She leaned toward him, resting her cheek on his gentle old hand, and they sat in silence until Mrs.Payne swept down upon them in her sable wraps and demanded the attendance of her husband. The hall door closed upon the sisters before Laura had quite come back from her abstraction, which she did at last with a sigh of relief at finding herself alone.
Then, leaving Uncle Percival nodding in the library, she went upstairs to the cosy little study which opened from her bedroom on the floor above.
The wood fire on the brass andirons was unlighted, and striking a match she held it to the little pile of splinters underneath the logs, watching, with a sensation of pleasure, the small yellow flames lick the crumpled paper and curl upward.
Rising after a moment, she stood breathing in the soft twilight-coloured atmosphere she loved.
The place was her own and she kept it carefully guarded from a too garish daylight, while the beloved familiar objects--the shining rows of books, the dull greenish hangings, the costly cushioned easy-chairs, the few rare photographs, the spacious writing table and the single Venetian vase of flowers--were always steeped in a softly shadowed half-tone of light. As she looked about her the comfort of the room entered into her like warmth, and, opening her arms in a happy gesture, she threw herself among the pillows of the couch and lay watching the rapid yellow flames. Even in the midst of her musing she laughed suddenly to find that she was thinking of the phrase with which Funsten had dismissed the name of Arnold Kemper: "The only favourable thing one can say of him is to say nothing." Was it really so bad as that she wondered, with a dim memory that somewhere, back in an obscure corner of her bookshelves, lay his first thin, promising volume published now almost fifteen years ago. Rising presently, she began a hasty search among a collection of little novels which had been banished ignominiously from the light of day, and, coming at last upon the story, she brought it to the lamp and commenced a reading prompted solely by the moment's impetuous curiosity.
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