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 WhartonAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 24, 1862
- Died: August 11, 1937