xii .-- Valmai, have you found it?
St.Antwn's sermon to the fishes," and he settled himself in his usual position, with legs crossed, head thrown back, listening with evident pleasure, while Valmai read and read, her thoughts defying control, and for ever following Cardo on his journey.
"Oh, how the wind is shrieking, uncle; it is like a human creature in pain!" "Wind ?" said the old man, looking with dreamy eyes at the girl so full of hopes and fears--"storm?
Well, it does blow a little, but it's nothing.

Go on, Valmai, you are not reading so good as usual," and once more she applied herself to the page, and endeavoured to keep her thoughts from roaming..