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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About Edith Wharton
Edith Newbold Wharton (; née Jones; January 24, 1862 – August 11, 1937) was an American writer and designer. Wharton drew upon her insider's knowledge of the upper-class New York "aristocracy" to portray, realistically, the lives and morals of the Gilded Age. In 1921, she became the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for her novel The Age of Innocence. She was inducted into the National Women's Hall of Fame in 1996. Her other well-known works are The House of Mirth, the novella Ethan Frome, and several notable ghost stories.