She was tired to the bone. She arose, drew a wrap around her shoulders and stood woodenly at the window, watching the way the sun lit up the tops of the pines and sent sprinklings of light through the trees at the edge of the forest, then across the grassy slope at the base of the hill. She felt ...
Darcy looked up. “Should you be out of bed, Elizabeth? You still do not look well.” “I cannot lie down all day: I wish to walk. Will you come with me?” It was weather that could get Elizabeth skipping, the air cool and soft on her face, leaf buds unfolding on the trees. Yet she walked quite slowl...