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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: 55 CHAPTER III. passes on, gliding smoothly over -- some lives, flying over others, crawling at a snail's pace over others. Swift as a flash of light before some eyes he mows the happy hours down with shining scythe. Slow as the dawn of a December day, watched for by one keeping vigil at a sick- bed, he lingers, in the eyes of some who wait. To Claire Rossmore in her first loneliness time seemed to creep by with lagging feet. Afterwards, in the tranquil monotony of her semi-widowed life, the days fell past with a certain level, equable speed, one as like another as beads slipping off a string. She lived and waited and looked far away overthe sea, while the weeks and the months went by, link falling after link in the chain whose ends shall never round into the perfect circle till time shall be lost in eternity. She learnt what women must ever learn, as they sit waiting by the brightest fireside, or wander, waiting, through the fairest garden, that? Those who wait the coming rider, travel twice as far as he!'' She was as frequently as ever in the company of Roberta North. As she once had hinted to Roberta, in anticipation of this time, there was a certain additional sympathy between them now. Not that Roberta resembled Claire in having a definite hope, a return to await, a re-union to look forward to with such certainty and security as an exile on a homeward-bound ship may look to the dim line of the distant shore across the dangerous breakers. Claire had this hope; Claire waited so. Roberta was not hoping nor waiting; butshe was watching still. Calm, cold, self- contained and strong as she was, there was a ceaseless, secret vigil in her heart. It was only Claire who saw this. Grace Forrest was too young to read aright the motive and moving-spring of Roberta's te...