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"But it is not so good as the fifth night fro her hair "On that night you o to the river Our plans were a little upset, you know, by Inspector Kedsty's change in the date on which you were to leave for Edht you may leave safely"

"And you?"

"I shall remain here" And then she added in a low voice that struck his heart cold, "I shall remain to pay Kedsty the price which he will ask for what has happened tonight"

"Good God!" he cried "Marette!"

She turned on him swiftly "No, no, I don't mean that he will hurt me," she cried, a fierce little note in her voice "I would kill him before that! I'm sorry I told you But youHe had never seen her excited like that before, and as she stood there before him, he knew that he was not afraid for her in the way that had flashed into his ht She would kill, if it was necessary to kill And he saw her, all at once, as he had not seen her before He reo in Montreal It was L'Esprit de la Solitude--The Spirit of the Wild--painted by Conne, the picturesque French-Canadian friend of Lord Strathcona and Mount Royal, and a genius of the far backwoods who had drawn his inspiration fro stood before hione, but theShrouded in her tumbled hair, her lips a little parted, every line of her slender body vibrant with an eloith its fire, he saw in her, as Conne reat North itself She seemed to him to breathe of the God's country far down the Three Rivers; of its ale fearlessness; its beauty, its sunshine, and its stor In her was the courage and the glory of that North He had seen; and now he felt these things, and the thrill of them swept over hih, she had ; she had kissed hi in terror to his hand when the lightning flashed; and now she stood with her little hands clenched in her hair, like a storo she was so near that he had almost taken her in his ar so vast between them that he would not have dared to touch her hand or her hair Like sun and cloud and wind she changed, and for hie added to the wonder of her And noas storm He saw it in her eyes, her hands, her body He felt the electrical nearness of it in those low-spoken, treed for ashock And then his physical eyes took in again the sli smallness of her and the fact that he could have tossed her to the ceiling without great effort And yet he saw her as one sees a goddess