Citation de Mondaye
Mrs Manderson stood at the window of her sitting-room at White Gables gazing upon a wavering landscape of fine rain and mist. The weather had broken as it seldom does in that part in June. White wreathing drifted up the fields from the sullen sea; the sky was an unbroken grey deadness shedding pin-point moisture that was now and then blown against the panes with a creptitation of despair. The lady looked out on the dim and chilling prospect with a woeful face. It was a bad day for a woman bereaved, alone, and without a purpose in life.
