She had been peacefully sewing at her sitting-room window all the afternoon. This soft diurnal commotion was over Louisa Ellis also. There seemed to be a gentle stir arising over everything for the mere sake of subsidence - a very premonition of rest and hush and night. Somewhere in the distance cows were lowing and a little bell was tinkling now and then a farm-wagon tilted by, and the dust flew some blue-shirted laborers with shovels over their shoulders plodded past little swarms of flies were dancing up and down before the peoples’ faces in the soft air. There was a difference in the look of the tree shadows out in the yard. It was late in the afternoon, and the light was waning. Story time - An extract from my short stories #storytelling #booktube #books #easter #readingaloud A New England Nun Story Analysis with Summary and Theme A New England Nun
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