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- Author: Edna Ferber
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 182
- ISBN-10: 1544625626
- ISBN-13: 9781544625621
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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There is no knowing why they confided these things to Sophy instead of to each other, these wedded sisters of hers. Perhaps they held for each other an unuttered distrust or jealousy. Perhaps, in making a confidante of Sophy, there was something of the satisfaction that comes of dropping a surreptitious stone down a deep well and hearing it plunk, safe in the knowledge that it has struck no one and that it cannot rebound, lying there in the soft darkness. Sometimes they would end by saying, "But you don't know what it is, Sophy. You can't. I'm sure I don't know why I'm telling you all this." But when Sophy answered, sagely, "I know; I know"-they paid little heed, once having unburdened themselves. The curious part of it is that she did know. She knew as a woman of fifty must know who, all her life, has given and given and in return has received nothing.
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- Author: Edna Ferber
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 182
- ISBN-10: 1544625626
- ISBN-13: 9781544625621
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
There is no knowing why they confided these things to Sophy instead of to each other, these wedded sisters of hers. Perhaps they held for each other an unuttered distrust or jealousy. Perhaps, in making a confidante of Sophy, there was something of the satisfaction that comes of dropping a surreptitious stone down a deep well and hearing it plunk, safe in the knowledge that it has struck no one and that it cannot rebound, lying there in the soft darkness. Sometimes they would end by saying, "But you don't know what it is, Sophy. You can't. I'm sure I don't know why I'm telling you all this." But when Sophy answered, sagely, "I know; I know"-they paid little heed, once having unburdened themselves. The curious part of it is that she did know. She knew as a woman of fifty must know who, all her life, has given and given and in return has received nothing.
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