"If I loved him, I would not endure it; I don't love him, and I won't endure it." Her eyes flashed as she walked along, lightly and rapidly, holding her haughty head very erect.

Greetings met her on every hand as she passed through the village.

She never paused until she reached the church, and stood by the entrance gate of the little garden in front of the Cure's house.

There she paused irresolute.

How peaceful it was--what a holy hush seemed to linger round the place! All her courage left her, and she stood as timid and fluttering as any school-girl.