Shirley Rousseau Murphy Quote

The swamp roses, Gillie. It was the mare found them. She—if she hadn't run off—it was almost as if she meant me to see them.Are you saying? . . .I don't know what I’m saying. Yes, she cried, a gay silliness taking her. Drunk with the music and the dancing, drunk with his closeness, she laughed up at him. It was just as in the stories, a kind of magic just like . . . and then she stared at him, confounded. Just like what? But in the stories . . . In the stories . . . what? In the stories . . . In the stories there’s a prince, Gillie answered quietly. He held her away then. So the story has come true.

Shirley Rousseau Murphy

The swamp roses, Gillie. It was the mare found them. She—if she hadn't run off—it was almost as if she meant me to see them.Are you saying? . . .I don't know what I’m saying. Yes, she cried, a gay silliness taking her. Drunk with the music and the dancing, drunk with his closeness, she laughed up at him. It was just as in the stories, a kind of magic just like . . . and then she stared at him, confounded. Just like what? But in the stories . . . In the stories . . . what? In the stories . . . In the stories there’s a prince, Gillie answered quietly. He held her away then. So the story has come true.

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