« ElőzőTovább »
IN ST. QUEN.
AND all this time Dolores was halfA breaking her heart up in the little white house that overlooked one of the fairest scenes in Normandy. She seemed to be quite changed from the shallow, thoughtless child we knew her first; this strange passion and bitter disappointment had altered her nature. If things had gone smoothly, no doubt she would have remained as frivolous and superficial as when we first saw her; but this grief, this constant dull pain, and waiting and longing for what would never come, had given a depth to