John William Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting
Rembrandt Rembrandt night watch painting
knew who you were, although I had never seen either of you before. I had heard of the new doctor and his bride who were coming to live in Miss Russell's little house. I--I hated you that very moment, Anne."
"I felt the resentment in your eyes--then I doubted--I thought I must be mistaken--because why should it be?"
"It was because you looked so happy. Oh, you'll agree with me now that I am a hateful beast--to hate another woman just because she was happy,--and when her happiness didn't take anything from me! That was why I never went to see you. I knew quite well I ought to go--even our simple Four Winds customs demanded that. But I couldn't. I used to watch you from my window--I could see you and your husband strolling about your garden in the evening--or you running down the poplar lane to meet him. And it hurt me. And yet in another way I wanted to go over. I felt that, if I were not so miserable, I could have liked you and found in you what I've never had in my life--an intimate, real friend of my own age. And then you remember
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