Finally the rain ceased, the sun came out, and Diana ventured across the puddles of the yard.
she's come!" he shouted, springing up to her over the puddles, and crowding under the umbrella.
The seed lay all over the pavement, scattered far and wide even out to the puddles in the street.
I tramped through the puddles and under the showery trees, mourning for Marguerite Gauthier as if she had died only yesterday, sighing with the spirit of 1840, which had sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an infirm old actress.