Elizabeth Goudge Quotes

The Eliots Found It A Queer Sort Of Evening - A Transition Evening. Hitherto The Herb Of Grace Had Been To Them A Summer Home; They Had Known It Only Permeated With Sun And Light, Flower-scented, Windows And Doors Open Wide. But Now Doors Were Shut, Curtains Drawn To Hide The Sad, Grey Dusk. Instead Of The Lap Of The Water Against The River Wall They Heard The Whisper Of The Flames, And Instead Of The Flowers In The Garden They Smelt The Roasting Chestnuts, Burning Apple Logs, The Oil Lamps, Polish - All The Home Smells. This Intimacy With The House Was Deepening; When Winter Came It Would Be Deeper Still. Nadine Glanced Over Her Shoulder At The Firelight Gleaming Upon The Dark Wood Of The Panelling, At The Shadows Gathering In The Corners, And Marvelled To See How The Old Place Seemed To Have Shrunk In Size With The Shutting Out Of The Daylight. It Seemed Gathering Them In, Holding Them Close.

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