Beaten, foiled, in everything, she turned to the man she had wronged, saying:
"It is worth all the rest to find such a constant heart."
She laughed mirthlessly, mockingly, and left the room, scowling as she passed at Granny Jenks, huddled against the door, holding back her skirts from contact with her granddaughter, while she muttered: "I don't love you any more, and I wish never to see you again. I am going back to Liane."
[CHAPTER XXXI.]
WHEN THE CLOUDS ROLLED BY.
It was Christmas morning at Cliffdene, and snow lay deep upon the ground, while the boom of the sea, lashed into fury by howling winter winds, filled the air, but within all was light, and warmth, and joy.
A few days ago the Clarkes had come home, with their daughter Liane restored to health after weary weeks of illness and nervous prostration from her terrible beating at Granny Jenks' hands and the subsequent exposure in the cold cellar.
They called her Liane still, because the name of Roma was associated with so many unpleasant things that they had no wish for her to bear it.