Chapter 21 No.21

Midday. It was quiet, innocent, and fresh in the depth of the wood, at the edge of the hollow-and the outer heat penetrated hither only by an infinite coiling as of a scaly serpent impotent at last and deprived of its poison.

Trirodov had found this place for himself and Elisaveta. More than once they came here together-to read, to talk, and to