Events run in circles. People connected with them
travel that way also. We pass and re-pass each other many times, but on
different paths, until we come close and see each other face to face."
She was speaking almost the very words which Roscoe had spoken to me. But
perhaps there was nothing strange in that.
"Yes, madame," replied Justine; "it is so, but there is a law greater
than coincidence."
"What, Justine?"
"The law of love, which is just and merciful, and would give peace
instead of trouble."
Mrs. Falchion looked closely at Justine, and, after a moment, evidently
satisfied, said: "What do you know of love?"
Justine tried hard for composure, and answered gently: "I loved my
brother Hector."
"And did it make you just and merciful and--an angel?"
"Madame, you could answer that better. But it has not made me be at war;
it has made me patient."
"Your love--for your brother--has made you that?" Again she looked
keenly, but Justine now showed nothing but earnestness.
"Yes, madame."
Mrs. Falchion paused for a moment, and seemed intent on the beauty of the
pine-belted hills, capped by snowy peaks, and wrapped in a most hearty
yet delicate colour.
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