The grass was now long and green upon Guido's grave, and filled with small, pale wild flowers. A heavy cloud rested over the inclosed space, where the black yews waved dismally; while, far away, the sunshine reposed on the distant height.
Wall Street ignored gold and silver during most of the 1970s hyperprofitable bull market.
The room was quite dark. The oblong window showed the night sky pricked here and there with stars.
But again that last scene at Compiegne rose visibly before her; not only his falsehood to her, but his slander of her, came to mind. It seemed as if she had never felt their full heinousness till now—now that with shame she owned that for a moment she had relented in his favour.
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