ABSTRACT
Still youth prevailed over all. Ellinor got well, as I have said, even when she would fain 83 have died. And the afternoon came when she left her room. Miss Monro would gladly have made a festival of her recovery, and have had her conveyed into the unused drawing-room. But Ellinor begged that she might be taken into the library – into the school-room – any where (thought she) not looking on the side of the house on the flower-garden, which she had felt in all her illness as a ghastly pressure, lying within sight of those very windows, through which the morning sun streamed right upon her bed – like the accusing angel, bringing all hidden things to light. 84
