The Flowers of Edith Wharton


“Their voices rose and fell, like the murmuring of two fountains answering each other across a garden full of flowers.

At length, with a certain tender impatience, he turned to her and said:

‘Love, why should we linger here?

All eternity lies before us.

Let us go down into that beautiful country together and make a home for ourselves on some blue hill above the shining river’.”

– Edith Wharton

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