Chapter 12 No.12

"Love, like a June rose,

Buds and sweetly blows-

But tears its leaves disclose,

And among thorns it grows."

The professor had been standing inside the curtain for a full minute before Perpetua had seen him. Spell-bound he had stood there, gazing at the girl as if bewitched. Up to this he had seen her only in black-black always-severe, c