The strain suddenlybecame almost unbearable. It
would be so deliciously quiet; nobody could ever openher door without knocking. I
was only goingthrough with it because I didnt want to disappoint you.
He put his arms about her shoulders anddrew her
close to him.
It hurt her to realize that she had only been
inlove with love. I neverdid or could seem able to bake damsons so as to please
Dandy. Rain was brewing and itwas a very dark and cold and melancholy October
night.
Thomas Ashley went away, lamenting a lost
dream.
Those who could look out of the window did
so.
Itseemed that his very soul grew cold within him.
Dandy had come in and stood beforethe stove, his back to the mantelpiece. He put his
arms about her shoulders anddrew her close to him. Dontyou remember that summer you
were here?
Little Saminsisted that Brian stay all night with
him.
Why had Mrs Dandyput such a roaring fire in the
stove, even on a chilly October day? Gay turned and threw herself into his arms. I
was only goingthrough with it because I didnt want to disappoint you.
Shehad Whispering Winds and Brian and she was
perfectly happy.
I didntwant to go to church, Aunt Margaret, because
my clothes were soshabby.
WhisperingWinds was hers and a little lonely
creature to love and cherish.
All at once she knew what was to happenthat day. It
was one thing to explain to a womanthat you didnt see your way clear to marrying her
after all.
The wife has prepared refreshments, I believe, said
Dandynervously. With a shaking handshe lifted the latch and went in.
WhisperingWinds belonged to its trees and its trees
to it.
It was the grim lady who had satunder the
mantelpiece.
There was, it seemed, still laughter in
theworld.
It would be so deliciously quiet; nobody could ever
openher door without knocking. Her wedding-day was finally fixed for the first of
October.
With a shaking handshe lifted the latch and went
in. What right had sheto it more than anybody else?
Brian started convulsively and got up, shrinking
into himself.
ChrisPenhallow was looking lovingly at his dear
neglected fiddle. Those months of suffering had made a woman of Gay.