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Jane Cable, upon entering the cab, offered no resistance when Graydon drew her head over against his shoulder His strong right hand clasped her listless fingers and the waric He did not speak to her, but she knew that he was clai could stand in the way of his purpose The sobs grew less despairing, her understanding of things less vague and uncertain A few moments before she had felt that she was no kin to the world; now there was a new appreciation of love and its greatness in her soul

This ainst the hate of the world There had not been a moment when her own love for hi The revelation of Droo of the small hope she had cherished, all conspired in this secure mo power love is

Unconsciously her fingers tightened upon his and her body drew closer; she was arraying herself against the fear that she ht lose this haven of rest and joy, after all--the haven she had been willing to scourge and destroy in the bitterness of her heart A great wave of pity for herself caht, after all, deny her the place that no one else in the world could give

Graydon's cold face was suddenly illuh his blood He had given up his hope as blighted after the harsh hour with Droom; he could not believe his newfound success Doubt, unbelief, enveloped hi for its kind His arm crept behind her shoulders She did not offer a repulse; her wet cheek touched his in subry arms had held her in centuries it seemed to him--and to her; it was the first tiht so long ago

"Jane, Jane!" he hispering in her ear; her plans, her purposes, her sacrifices, were running away from her in riotous disorder She could not hold thes before the older and stronger hopes and desires

They did not know of the blockade of cabs at the corner of Forty-second Street, nor how long they stood there Shouting cabmen and police officers tried to rival the white blizzard in profuseness, but they did not hear them