A Defensive Diamond - The Wolves of Cernogatz -...

Moved by some impulse which she could not have explained, the Baroness left her guests and made her way to the narrow, cheerless room where the old govern-ess lay watching the hours of the drying year slip by. In spite of the biting cold of the winter night, the window stood open. With a scandalised exclamation on her lips, the Baroness rushed forward to close it.