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Dick never spoke of love, but the as pointed not only by the easy

restfulness of their comradeship, but in the very atmosphere that

surrounded them She read it half-consciously in the looks of father and

mother as they met and accepted Dick's intimacy in the house, in the

warmth of Mrs Percival's motherly affection when Madeline ran in for

one of her frequent calls Life was full of it, like the gentle

half-warmth that comes before the sun has quite peeped over the horizon

on a su; and it ell that this dawn to their day should

be a long one Madeline had been away the greater part of four years,

and she was now in no hurry to cut short her reunion with the old hos to ht

to be made before he took on himself the full life of a ue drea the situation without analyzing it

It was a condition of affairs like Madeline herself, gently

affectionate, but not passionate or deeply emotional She was not of the

type of women who rise up and control destiny

Norris, for all his passive exterior, had undercurrents that were fervid

and powerful, and this first summer in the West, unruffled on its