The Torrents of Spring, Chapter 27

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​⁠At five o’clock Sanin woke up, at six he was dressed, at half-past six he was walking up and down the public garden within sight of the little arbour which Gemma had mentioned in her note. It was a still, warm, grey morning. It sometimes seemed as though it were beginning to rain; but the outstretched hand felt nothing, and only looking at one’s coat-sleeve, one could see traces of tiny drops like