But the wind kissed her drawn lips as readily as those of the girl, and the blooms of clover nodded to her as if to a queen.
Lily had said all she could.

Her heart ached with unspeakable pity and a sort of terror.
"Don't give up, Lucretia.

This may be the worst hour of your life.

Live and bear with it all for Christ's sake--for your children's sake.

Sim told me to tell you he was to blame.