His countenance was pale
as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of
fear. Her eyebrows, pulled down by the stress
of thought, now resumed their normal arches; and pleased with her discovery,
she smiled. “I must try the Directory. ’
‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded
with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the
miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small
child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half,
its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground.
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