and I kissed my tiny, twisted note again and again in a paroxysm of passion and of insensate joy. Then I unfolded it and held it to my eyes in the keen October moonshine.
CHAPTER XII
MY LADY’S BIDDING
Scribbled in sore haste, by a very tremulous little hand, with a pencil, on the flyleaf of some book, my darling’s message is still difficult to read; it was doubly so in the moonlight, five-and-forty autumns ago. My eyesight,
and I kissed my tiny, twisted note again and again in a paroxysm of passion and of insensate joy. Then I unfolded it and held it to my eyes in the keen October moonshine.
CHAPTER XII
MY LADY’S BIDDING
Scribbled in sore haste, by a very tremulous little hand, with a pencil, on the flyleaf of some book, my darling’s message is still difficult to read; it was doubly so in the moonlight, five-and-forty autumns ago. My eyesight,
