Chapter 63

After several days it passed quietly and both of us were preoccupied with thinking and questions grew in our minds but no one found a clear answer. Margaret was calm and smiling. She remained for many times in a state of wandering and contemplating the external nature of the house.

“For me, then, I am meant to understand what was the dream of this great, far-thinking, high-spirited princess; the dream that made her soul so patient in waiting to be fulfilled through the passage of all those dozens of centuries, the dream of a love that might be the love she felt had be present even under new circumstances and conjure it herself, the love which is the dream of every woman's life in old and new; pagan or Christian, under any sun whatsoever rank or calling, and yet joy or pain may be in her life in other ways, oh! I know that I am a woman, and I know a woman's heart And what was the lack of food or the abundance of food, what was the feast or the famine for this woman bo