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How long it was before his brain cleared, Kent never could have told It ht have been a minute or an hour Every vital force that was in hile consciousness--that the dead had come to life, that it was Marette Radisson, the flesh and blood and living warmth of her, he held in his arger's face close to hiain, and if the valley had been filled with the roar of cannon, he would have heard only one sound, a sobbing voice crying over and over again, "Jee of the starlight, who alone looked with clear vision upon the wonder of the thing that was happening After a little Kent realized that McTrigger was talking, that a hand was on his shoulder, that the voice was both joyous and insistent He rose to his feet, still holding Marette, her ar and broken And it was impossible for Kent to speak He seehts, with McTrigger on the other side of Marette It was McTrigger who opened a door, and they ca room they entered And over the threshold Marette's hands dropped froht they faced each other, and in that moment calorious certainty

Again Kent's brain was as clear as the day he faced death at the head of the Chute And swift as a hot barb a fear leaped into hied Her face hite with a whiteness that startled hi pools of violet, alh on her head as he had seen it that first day at Cardigan's--added to the telltale pallor in her cheeks A hand trehtened him For a space--a flash of seconds--she looked at him as if possessed of the subconscious fear that he was not Jim Kent, and then slowly her arms opened, and she reached them out to him She did not smile, she did not cry out, she did not speak his name now; but her arms went round his neck as he took her to hier A wo beside him, a dark-haired, dark-eyed wo at them, understood