“The Lord is risen. He is indeed risen.”
As Anna came out of the churchyard in the sunrise light, the peace of God was in her look, and the victory of the Resurrection morning shone in her eyes.
Hardly had she reached the street, when some one who had stood, awaiting her coming, put out his hand and greeted her. It was Pierce Everett.
“I saw you in the churchyard,” he said. “I wish to speak to you now, if I may.”
Anna welcomed him with quiet gladness, and they walked on together through the street, until they were beyond the crowd. Then Anna asked:—
“Do you come from Fulham?”
“Oh, no,” was the answer, “from Fraternia, or from what was Fraternia. My home is there now, and will be.”
“I did not know,” Anna said simply, not finding it easy to say more.
“There is little left there now of the old village or of the old life. Even the name is gone. They call it Gregory’s now.”
“I heard that the land had gone into the hands of the man who held the mortgage.”