Chapter 25 No.25

And also there's a little star-

So white, a virgin's it must be;-

Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven

Hangs out to light the way for me.

Song, THEOPHILE MARZIALS.

In this corner of Bourcelles the houses lie huddled together with an air of something shamefaced; they dare not look straight at the mountains or at the lake; they turn thei