For there is none so lowly that he may not become the Temple of God:
there is none so great that he shall be greater than this."
The speaker ceased. There came a faint sound at which she turned her
head; and when she looked again he was gone.
The wounded men had heard it also. Dubos had moved forward. Madame
Lelanne had risen. It came again, the thin, faint shrill of a distant
bugle. Footsteps were descending the stairs. French soldiers, laughing,
shouting, were crowding round them.
CHAPTER XVIII
Her father met her at Waterloo. He had business in London, and they
stayed on for a few days. Reading between the lines of his later
letters, she had felt that all was not well with him. His old heart
trouble had come back; and she noticed that he walked to meet her very
slowly. It would be all right, now that she had returned, he explained:
he had been worrying himself about her.
Mrs. Denton had died. She had left Joan her library, together with her
wonderful collection of note books. She had brought them all up-to-date
and indexed them.
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