the morning was full of sunlight and hope. edna could see before her no denial-only the promise of excessive joy. she lay in bed awake, with bright eyes full of speculation. "he loves you, poor fool." he would come to her in the afternoon or evening, sit and roll his cigarette, talk a little, and go away as he had done the night before. but how delicious it would be to have him there with her!
Explanation: mark me as brainliest
