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The rain was teeming down out of low, dark clouds. It hissed as it fell; it smacked against the earth and splashed upwards, still hissing. It was running down the path which led to the cottage, hissing and gurgling all the time, and it splashed up against the wall, There was no wind. The torrent just fell, out of that leaden sky; and it seemed to fill their minds, their vision, their lives. "It's bound to," said Charles. They stood together at the window, Charles and Rene Hardy since this time yesterday. His arm was round her waist, holding her tightly against him. Unknowingly, she was playing with the new wedding ring, so unfamiliar and so full of hope, excitement and promise. |