25/39 My own work is at an end, already! This very morning it came to an end, and for ever. Will you not look at these ?" [Illustration: "My own work is at an end."] "How do you mean, Madam ?" The tall grave man near by turned upon her his beetling brows, his piercing dark eyes. "Your work was worthy of approval in many ways. What has happened that it should cease ?" "This!" she said, handing to him the papers which she held. |