Between Snow and Fire — page 102: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

94 'TWEEN SNOW AND FIRE, gered for his presence—for the sound of his voice—for even a scrap of paper containing one loving word which his hand had written. To this-had the serene, proud, strong- natured woman come. Her love had humbled her to the dust. Thus do we suffer through those for whom we transgress—thus does the delight of an hour become the scourge of a year. Gomic ,OO ‘S (Elo) m