CHAPTER IX

MARY IS SHOCKED Through fire and frost and snow I see you go, I see your feet that bleed, My heart bleeds too. I, who would give my very soul for you, What can I do? I cannot help your need. That first evening was one of many others, all on very much the same pattern. David Blake would come in, after tea, or after dinner, sit for an hour in almost total silence, and then go away again. Every time that he came, El…