35/36 "I do that every night, alone with God; and I do not think He will be the farther off for your being here!" "One thing I had to ask," said Grace. "It would lesson my labour so, if you could give me any hint of where he might be." "We know, as we told you, as little as you. His letters are to be sent to Constantinople. Some from Aberalva are gone thither already." "And mine among them!" thought Grace. |