The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. ‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. If that is my sister’s message, pray return to her and say that the doings and sayings of Mr. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together.
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