. The blood temporarily
halted to her brain, Michelle slept peacefully again. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred
into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind
bends the water-reed. Let her have her own way in all things, for she will
always be just. ”
Chapter XXXII
SIX MONTHS AFTER
Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came
Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her
cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the
shutters and opened them. The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins.
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