but it is nigh on twenty-two years since I have set eyes on their faces.

I would not know them, if they passed me by." Tears choked her voice.

Shame had added its bitter sting to the agony of her sorrow.

Of a truth it was a terrible epilogue of misery, following on a life-story of frivolity and of heartlessness which Mistress de Chavasse had almost unconsciously related to the poor ignorant country attorney.

Desirous at all costs of retaining her freedom, she had parted from her children with a light heart, glad enough that their grandmother was willing to relieve her of all responsibility.