She peered into the darkness. But at last this ordeal was over, and Ramage opened the door. Why should God give particular attention to such a prayer, when He had ignored all others? Certainly there was a trap somewhere. She had told Emile. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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