Chapter 34: Bric-a-Brac

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​⁠The morrow dawned, fair and bright, and Vaura looked as bright and fresh as a goddess of day, as she stepped, from the door of the villa, robed in a gown of blue velvet, tight jacket of same, and a small bonnet of a lighter shade, with long tan kid gloves; her cheek was warm with the colour her quickened heart-beats gave, and the love-light shone in her eyes, for she had again just re-read Lionel'