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She was in a little boudoir or writing-room on the first floor, and

Fitzpiers was much surprised to find that the -curtains were

closed and a red-shaded lah out-of-doors

it was broad daylight Moreover, a large fire was burning in the

grate, though it was not cold

"What does it allturned away "Oh," she

murmured, "it is because the world is so dreary outside Sorrow and

bitterness in the sky, and floods of agonized tears beating against the

panes I lay awake last night, and I could hear the scrape of snails

creeping up the -glass; it was so sad! My eyes were so heavy this

that I could have wept my life away I cannot bear you to see

iven

hungry hearts and wild desires if we have to live in a world like this?

Why should Death only lend what Life is compelled to borrow--rest?

Answer that, Dr Fitzpiers"

"You e before you can do it,

Felice Charmond"