I am going home," she answered in a low voice.
"Won't you come to my shop sometimes?
I have missed seeing you this winter." The words were spoken sincerely, for Corinna's heart was open to all the world but Rose Stribling.
"Thank you.

How lovely your cedars are!" The wan light shone again in Alice Rokeby's face.

Then she threw her fur stole from her shoulders as if she were fainting under the weight of it, and passed on, with her dragging step, through the lengthening shadows on the pavement..