wanted to destroy it in him。

This snowy morning; he sat with a dark…bright face beside

her; not aware of her; and somehow; she felt he was conveying to

strange; secret places the love that sprang in him for her。 He

sat with a dark…rapt; half…delighted face; looking at a little

stained window。 She saw the ruby…coloured glass; with the shadow

heaped along the bottom from the snow outside; and the familiar

yellow figure of the lamb holding the banner; a little darkened

now; but in the murky interior strangely luminous; pregnant。

She had always liked the little red and yellow window。 The

lamb; looking very silly and self…conscious; was holding up a

forepaw; in the cleft of which was dangerously perched a little

flag with a red cross。 Very pale yellow; the lamb; with greenish

shadows。 Since she was a child she had liked this creature; with

the same feeling she felt for the little woolly lambs on green

legs that children carried home from the fair every year。 She

had always liked these toys; and she had the same amused;

childish liking for this church lamb。 Yet she had always been

uneasy about it。 She was never sure that this lamb with a flag

did not want to be more than it appeared。 So she half mistrusted

it; there was a mixture of dislike in her attitude to it。

Now; by a curious gathering; knitting of his eyes; the

faintest