The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. Framed in one of the square ports of the packet was a face which reminded Ah Cum of a Japanese theatrical mask. Mama will be expecting me. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time. ‘And if he is dead I know not. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle.
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