went
on around the curve of the verandawhere she found herself alone. She
stayed thereerectholding to the banister rail and looking out calmly in
the distance across the fields.
She was dressed in blackwith the white kerchief she always wore
folded across her bosom. Her thickglossy hair rose like a silver diadem
from her brow. In her deepdark eyes smouldered the light of fires that
would never flame. She had grown very old. Years instead of months
seemed to have passed over her since the night she bade farewell to her
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visions.
Poor Ma'ame Pelagie! How could it be different! While the
outward pressure of a young and joyous existence had forced her footsteps
into the lighther soul had stayed in the shadow of the ruin.
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Desiree's Baby
As the day was pleasantMadame Valmonde drove over to L'Abri to
see Desiree and the baby.
It made her laugh to think of Desiree with a baby. Whyit seemed
but yesterday that Desiree was little more than a baby herself; when
Monsieur in riding through the gateway of Valmonde had found her lying
asleep in the shadow of the big stone pillar.
The little on
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