CHAPTER XXI

ELIZABETH BLAKE Oh, that I had wings, yea wings like a dove, Then would I flee away and be at rest; Lo, the dove hath wings because she is a dove, God gave her wings and bade her build her nest. Thy wings are stronger far, strong wings of love, Thy home is sure in His unchanging rest. Elizabeth went up to London by the 12.22, which is a fast train, and only stops once. She found Agneta, worn, tired, and cross. “Thank Heaven, you’ve come, …