I must have lain there long and cried and sobbed, for when I raised my head the day was almost done. Then at the door of the castle the rector had shaken hands with his father and mother, his soutane fluttering in the breeze, and the car had driven off with his father and mother on it. Copyright (C) 2001, 2002 by Michael S. I figure, finally, that the white curtain draping, in the fashion of those days, the head of Flora's little bed, shrouded, as I had assured myself long before, the perfection of childish rest.
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