Chapter 44

I'm sick at heart. The eye of day,

The insistent summer noon, seems pitiless,

Shining in all the barren crevices

Of weary life, leaving no shade, no dark,

Where I may dream that hidden waters lie.

SHORTLY after Mrs Holt's striking presentation of herself at Transome Court, Esther went on a second visit to her father. The Loamford Ass