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"There's Moya now--and there's a hway Jack Kilmeny was not yet with her, since she was still unaware of his presence Moya was sitting on a azine in her hand, but she was not reading By the look of her she was daydrea noiselessly toward her over the bowlders

Before she heard him he was close upon her She looked around, and with a little cry got to her feet and stared at hi heart

Joyce waited to see no more

"No business of ours," she announced to Verinder, and, without regard to his curiosity or her own, turned heel and marshaled him from the field

"You!" Moya cried

Kilht"

Scorn of hiid, but in spite of herself she breathed fast

"You've forgotten your proed

His ier "I know you now, sir," she told him with fine contempt

"And you promised to believe in me" He said it quietly, with just a touch of bitterness in the reproach of his wistful voice

The first hint of startled doubt came into her eyes It was as if he had breathed into a marble statue the pulse of life He had known her vivid as a thrush in song, a dainty creature of fire and dew She stood now poised as it were on the edge of hope