important. If he had stayed by me I think he could have

which she had never dreamed before; singularly enough she dreamed of

her own child, who had wept and hungered in the laborer's hut, and had

been knocked about in heat and in cold, and who was now lying in the

depths of the sea, in a spot only known by God. She fancied she was

still sitting in the hut, where the woman was busy preparing the

coffee, for she could smell the coffee-berries roasting. But

suddenly it seemed to her that there stood on the threshold a

beautiful young form, as beautiful as the count's child, and this