Ah! the white walls of the convent--the vacant windows in its ruined end--and at the gate of the rough farmyard that surrounded it the stalwart _capoccia_, the grinning, harsh-featured wife that she remembered.
She stepped feebly down upon the dusty road.

When her feet last pressed it, Manisty was beside her, and the renewing force of love and joy was filling all the sources of her being..