She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. It was my destiny to have her. ’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. Her eyes were wide and bright. Sheppard. White rang the bell. " "Perhaps that was it. ” The full significance of her words did not instantly appear to him.
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