As She Walked Along She Dramatized The

Their Happiness Was In Each Others Keeping, And Both Were Unafraid.

I've Just Been Imagining That It Was Really Me You Wanted After All And That I Was To Stay Here For Ever And Ever. It Was A Great Comfort While It Lasted. But The Worst Of Imagining Things Is That The Time Comes When You Have To Stop And That Hurts.

As She Walked Along She Dramatized The Night. There Was About It A Wild, Lawless Charm That Appealed To A Certain Wild, Lawless Strain Hidden Deep In Emily’s Nature—the Strain Of The Gypsy And The Poet, The Genius And The Fool.

The World Looks Like Something God Had Just Imaged For His Own Pleasure, Doesn't It?

I Hate To Lend A Book I Love...it Never Seems Quite The Same When It Comes Back To Me.