She 'll be punished for it yet . '' Mrs. White was watching Thyra now , knitting furiously , as she watched , in order to lose no time . Thyra 's hands were folded idly in her lap . She had not moved a muscle since she sat down . Mrs. White complained it gave her the weeps . `` It does n't seem natural to see a woman sit so still , '' she said . `` Sometimes the thought comes to me , ` what if she 's had a stroke , like her old Uncle Horatio , and is sitting there stone dead ! ' '' The evening was cold and autumnal . There was a fiery red spot out at sea , where the sun had set , and , above it , over a chill , clear , saffron sky , were reefs of purple-black clouds . The river , below the Carewe homestead , was livid . Beyond it , the sea was dark and brooding . It was an evening to make most people shiver and forebode an early winter ; but Thyra loved it , as she loved all stern , harshly beautiful things . She would not light a lamp because it would blot out the savage grandeur of sea and sky . It was better to wait in the darkness until Chester came home . He was late to-night . She thought he had been detained over-time at the harbor , but she was not anxious . He would come straight home to her as soon as his business was completed -- of that she felt sure . Her thoughts went out along the bleak harbor road to meet him . She could see him plainly , coming with his free stride through the sandy hollows and over the windy hills , in the harsh , cold light of that forbidding sunset , strong and handsome in his comely youth , with her own deeply cleft chin and his father 's dark gray , straightforward eyes . No other woman in Avonlea had a son like hers -- her only one .
In his brief absences she yearned after him with a maternal passion that had XXXXX it something of physical pain , so intense was it .
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