Chapter 36

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌⁠Though she has begun so early, Prue is writing nearly all day; writing sitting up in bed—writing when the eastern sun is pouring in his rays from the gates of day—writing when he has climbed the zenith—writing when he is reddening westwards. She has asked to be left alone, so as to be quite undisturbed; and when, at intervals, unable longer to keep away, Peggy returns from her sad and aimless ramb