Toward evening, Harriet found herself thinking the oddest thoughts: that twilight is not really dark. It's gray. The sun gone, the world turns gray, without emotion, without color. It seemed a fitting time for a little girl to slip free of all this p...
Mr. Cope...' Povy began. Jem narrowed his eyes. 'The lad has a remarkably innocent face.' 'Innocence is a time of life, not an irrevocable blot.
