Chapter 26

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌⁠The winter was passing. It had been long. As its last days dragged, in Louisville, a false spring came on as it often does in that season. Outside the city the first glimmers of growing had appeared, tiny green spears in barley fields, and hesitant statuesque spring flowers. Wake-robins bloomed in woods, dark red and hidden, like grief. In the city a soft evening wind moved. Anton Gaddy was partin