A Birth and a Marriage are joyously reported. Well, our story has reached the freezing days of January 1879. The Sibyl, shrouded in grief, will see no one. Johnny Cross has poured his pain all over Max, the handsome German archaeologist whom he does not expect he will ever see again. Edith, paddling in filthy slush, stands guard outside the Priory, watching her Beloved’s windows. And in the warm rooms of the Berlin household at Wilhelmplatz, battened down against blizzards, for there is a snowstorm coming, the drifts are already burying the northern forests, Sophie strolls to and fro, under her mother’s watchful eyes. She is nine months gone, her belly is huge; the waters may break at any time and the miracle of birth will begin. All Sophie’s usual activities have been curtailed or completely forbidden. Her only consolation, for riding has been out of the question for many months, is that ice and winter darkness would make anything other than a trot round the sawdust in the covered school quite impossible.
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