Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?
Edith WhartonOverhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
Edith WhartonHe had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
Edith Wharton