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Summer by Edith Wharton is a publication of The Electronic Classics Series. This Portable Documentfile is furnished free and without any charge of any kind. Any person using this documentfile, for any purpose, and in any way does so at his or her own risk. Neither the PennsylvaniaState University nor Jim Manis, Editor, nor anyone associated with the Pennsylvania State Universityassumes any responsibility for the material contained within the document or for thefile as an electronic transmission, in any way.Summer by Edith Wharton, The Electronic Classics Series, Jim Manis, Editor, PSU-Hazleton,Hazleton, PA 18202 is a Portable Document File produced as part of an ongoing publicationproject to bring classical works of literature, in English, to free and easy access of those wishingto make use of them.Jim Manis is a faculty member of the English Department of The Pennsylvania State University.This page and any preceding page(s) are restricted by copyright. The text of the following pagesare not copyrighted within the United States; however, the fonts used may be.Cover Design: Jim ManisCopyright © 2000 - 2012The Pennsylvania State University is an equal opportunity university.
SummerbyEdith Wharton1917IA GIRL CAME OUT OF LAWYER Royall’s house, at the end ofthe one street of North Dormer, and stood on the doorstep.It was the beginning of a June afternoon. The springliketransparent sky shed a rain of silver sunshine on the roofsof the village, and on the pastures and larchwoods surroundingit. A little wind moved among the round whiteclouds on the shoulders of the hills, driving their shadowsacross the fields and down the grassy road that takes the3Edith Whartonname of street when it passes through North Dormer. Theplace lies high and in the open, and lacks the lavish shadeof the more protected New England villages. The clumpof weeping-willows about the duck pond, and the Norwayspruces in front of the Hatchard gate, cast almost theonly roadside shadow between lawyer Royall’s house andthe point where, at the other end of the village, the roadrises above the church and skirts the black hemlock wallenclosing the cemetery.The little June wind, frisking down the street, shook thedoleful fringes of the Hatchard spruces, caught the strawhat of a young man just passing under them, and spun itclean across the road into the duck-pond.As he ran to fish it out the girl on lawyer Royall’s doorstepnoticed that he was a stranger, that he wore cityclothes, and that he was laughing with all his teeth, as theyoung and careless laugh at such mishaps.Her heart contracted a little, and the shrinking that sometimescame over her when she saw people with holidayfaces made her draw back into the house and pretend tolook for the key that she knew she had already put into her
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