” “Don’t tempt me,” she said, laughing, and drawing her opera-cloak together. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. Before her was a great Gothic portal. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes.
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