The Sphinx's Children and Other People's (Classic Reprint)
Cooke, Rose Terry
Excerpt from The Sphinx's Children and Other People's
Long had she sat, crouched upon her breast, - crouched, but not for slumber or for spring. No slumber gloomed darkly in those broad, sad eyes, no dream indefinably softened the lips, whose patient outline breathed only wakefulness and expectation, - a long-deferred, yet constant expectation, - a hope that would have been despair, save that it was just within hope's limits, - a monotonous, ...
