Edith Wharton Quote

Poor May! he said.Poor? Why poor? she echoed with a strained laugh.Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you, he rejoined, laughing also.For a moment she was silent; then she said very low, her head bowed over her work: I shall never worry if you're happy.Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows!In THIS weather? she remonstrated; and with a sigh he buried his head in his book.

Edith Wharton

Poor May! he said.Poor? Why poor? she echoed with a strained laugh.Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you, he rejoined, laughing also.For a moment she was silent; then she said very low, her head bowed over her work: I shall never worry if you're happy.Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows!In THIS weather? she remonstrated; and with a sigh he buried his head in his book.

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