Chapter 38: Madame in a Feline Mood

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌⁠A window in the library looked out upon the avenue, and a carriage approaching could be distinctly seen. Vaura, in the long ago, had frequently sat in this window, to watch the return of her uncle; aye, and of the man whom she now loved better than life itself. She was sure she could distinguish a conveyance from the village, and the occupants devoid of the gay trappings of revelry, from the guest