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"Marette!" he cried in a low voice

He felt the sudden quiver, like a little shock, that ran through her He crushed his face down, so that it lay in her hair, still da his arms about her slender body, and a little cry ca, a sob without tears

"Marette!"

It was all he said It was all he could say in that ainst her breast And then he felt the slow pressure of her hands against hi eyes within a few inches of his own, and she dreay froainst the wall, still huddled like a child on the bed, with her eyes fixed on hihtened hi But her face was as white as he had seen it down in Kedsty's rooone out of it In it was another look as her eyes glowed upon Kent It was a look of incredulity, of disbelief, a thing slowly fading away under therevelation The truth thrust itself upon him

Marette had not expected that he would coht into the night, escaping froue She put up her two hands, in the trick they had of groping at her white throat, and her lips formed a hich she did not speak

Kent, to his own a and still on his knees He pulled hi down at her in that sa, all-powerful way The thrill of it was passing into her veins A flush of color was driving the deathly pallor from her face Her lips were parted, and she breathed quickly, a little excitedly

"I thought--you would go!" she said

"Not without you," he said "I have come to take you with me"

He drew out his watch It o o'clock He held it down so that she could look at the dial

"If the storm keeps up, we have three hours before dawn," he said "How soon can you be ready, Marette?"

He was fighting to le And Marette was not blind to it She drew herself from the bed and stood up before hi throat