had rushed and crushed against the massive trunk. Yes; there scarce stirred a breeze, and that heavy
tree was convulsed, whilst the feathery shrubs stood still. For some minutes amongst the wood and
leafage a rending and heaving went on. Dark as it was, it seemed to me that something more solid than
either night-shadow or branch-shadow blackened out of the boles. At last the struggle ceased. What
birth succeeded this travail? What dryad was born of these throes? We watched fixedly. A sudden bell
rang in the housethe prayer-bell. Instantly into our alley there came, out of the berceau, an apparition,
all black and white. With a sort of angry rushclose, close past our facesswept swiftly the very Nun
herself! Never had I seen her so clearly. She looked tall of stature and fierce of gesture. As she went,
the wind rose sobbing; the rain poured wild and cold; the whole night seemed to feel her.