Thyra looked upon her with a shock of remorse . This was not the radiant creature she had met on the bridge that summer afternoon . This -- this -- was HER work . She held out her arms . `` Oh , Damaris , forgive me . We both loved him -- that must be a bond between us for life . '' Damaris came forward and threw her arms about the older woman , lifting her face . As their lips met even Cynthia White realized that she had no business there . She vented the irritation of her embarrassment on the innocent Jeanette . `` Come away , '' she whispered crossly . `` Ca n't you see we 're not wanted here ? '' She drew Jeanette out , leaving Thyra rocking Damaris in her arms , and crooning over her like a mother over her child . When December had grown old Damaris was still with Thyra . It was understood that she was to remain there for the winter , at least . Thyra could not bear her to be out of her sight . They talked constantly about Chester ; Thyra confessed all her anger and hatred . Damaris had forgiven her ; but Thyra could never forgive herself . She was greatly changed , and had grown very gentle and tender . She even sent for August Vorst and begged him to pardon her for the way she had spoken to him . Winter came late that year , and the season was a very open one .
There was no snow XXXXX the ground and , a month after Joe Raymond 's boat had been cast up on the Blue Point sand shore , Thyra , wandering about in her garden , found some pansies blooming under their tangled leaves .
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