3/30 The streets were deserted, dry and still. "I do not know what to think," she continued after a little pause. "He tells us all the same thing, he speaks of his letters, but he never shows them to anyone. I am afraid--" she sighed and stopped speaking. "That man is honest to the backbone, honest as the good daylight on the hills, where there are no houses to darken it and make shadows." "He is an angel of goodness and kindness," said Vjera softly. |