IN WHICH DAMARIS RECEIVES INFORMATION OF THE LOST SHOES AND STOCKINGS--ASSUMPTION OF THE GOD-HEAD As Darcy Faircloth prophesied, the wild weather lasted throughout that week.

Then, the rain having rained itself out, the wind backed and the skies cleared.

But all to a different mode and rhythm.

A cold white sun shone out of a cold blue sky, diapered, to the north above the indigo and umber moorland and forest, with perspectives of tenuous silken-white cloud.

Land and sky were alike washed clean, to a starkness and nakedness calling for warm clothing out of doors, and well-stoked fires within.
At the beginning of the next week, invited by that thin glinting sunshine--beneath which the sea still ran high, in long, hollow-backed waves, brokenly foam-capped and swirling--Damaris came forth from her retreat, sufficiently convalescent to take up the ordinary routine of life again.