The Dweller in Bohemia
The Dweller in Bohemia
The single lamp in "the den" shone in a distant corner with a subdued rosy glow; but there was no need of light other than that which came from the pine knots blazing in the generous fireplace.
On the rug, crouched before the cheerful flame, was a woman, with her elbow on her knee and her chin in the palm of her hand.
There were puzzled little lines in her forehead, and the corners of her mouth drooped a little. Miss Archer was tired, and the firelight, ever kind to those who least need its grace, softened her face into that of a wistful child.