Chapter 36
Late that night a man stood motionless amongst the shrubs in the garden of the Reist house. His eyes were fixed always upon a certain window where a light was burning. He muttered often to himself, and the things which he said were not pleasant to hear. He was tired and cramped with his long waiting-yet so long as that light burned he dared not approach the house. There came to him at last a welcome sound, a light footstep and the trailing of a skirt upon the gravel path. He leaned forward. “Countess, I am here.” Marie stooped to pluck a flower, and slipped behind the shrub. They were now invisible from the house. “You received my note?” he asked. “It was more than two hours ago. I am cold and tired with waiting. Was it necessary to keep me here so long?” “Quite,” she answered. “I ca
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