Rosa Mundi and Other Stories

races with Mrs. Latimer after

sunshine. It was a perfect day of Indian winter, and under its influence

It was fuller than she had ever known it. The rains had swelled the river higher up the valley, and they had opened the sluice-gates t

ish springtime. The joy of spring was in her veins. She turned her face to the sunshin

nd sprang up. Ronnie had returned to prepare for the race, and she had not heard him. She had not seen him be

veranda. His eyes were fixed and heavy, like the eyes of a man walking in his

gazing at him in spe

s he spoke thickly,

said. "Not well enough. Hy

ught his meaning. The whole miserable tragedy was wri

thought that no one else must know. Something mus

out if she were only quick enough to see it-some way by which she could cover up his disgrace so that none should know of

she said. "I will s

ught her breath, and her face turned very white. But her steadfastness d