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"She knew not what was lacking, / Knew not until it came; / She gave it the name of friendship, / But that was not its name. / And the truth could not be hidden / From her own clear-seeing eyes. / When the name her own heart whispered, / And whispered too, 'Be wise. " -- _Isa Craig-Knox._
The storm had wholly ceased, but a few snatches of summer lightning / still played on the ragged edge of the clouds when Queenie at last / bade her old friend good night, and went up to her little room, to / think over the bewildering events of the day. The air was still / oppressed and sultry. The white slabs of stone in the mason's yard / shone dimly in the darkness; the wet ivy scattered a shower of drops / on the girl's uncovered head as she leaned out, as though gasping for / air. A faint perfume of saturated roses and drowned lavender / pervaded everything. A blue-grey moth trailed his draggled wings / feebly across the sill. The dark-scented air seemed full of mystery / and silence.