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He had been to see Sister Theresa, and Marian was

walking with hiht that fell fro

cloak covered her, and a fur toque capped her graceful

head My grandfather and his guide were apparently

in high spirits Their laughter smote harshly upon ainst

light, and I hung aloof, hearing her voice and jealous of

the very coht led me I remembered with bitterness

that I had always followed her,-whether as Olivia,

trailing in her girlish race across the snow, or as the

girl in gray, whoht journey at Christmas Eve; and I followed now

The distrust, ainst the joy of hearing that laugh

of hers breaking ures to widen the distance

between us as they traversed the path that curved

away toward the chapel I could still hear their voices,

and see the lantern flash and disappear I felt an ie into the woodland; but I

was carried on uncontrollably The light glimmered,

and her voice still floated back to h

the keen winter dark like a ht led hter in which randfather joined merrily