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"O Molly! Molly!" cried Rhoda "You are a wolad you were here!" And the ed the white girl to her and crooned over her

"You no cry! You no cry! When you come back, Molly come to your house, take care of you!"

After athe old padre soirl's hand gently

"Come!" he said

At the door the others watched therace that co," said Jack "But I don't feel so I'reed Porter, "but I'm sorrier for h to get over anything"

When they had ridden out of sight of the monastery, Kut-le pulled in his horse and dis up into Rhoda's face In his eyes was the same look of exaltation that made hers wonderful He put his hand on her knee

"We've a long ride ahead of us," he said softly "I want so that I can't have on horseback"

Rhoda laid her hand on his

"You meant it all, Rhoda? It was not only to save my life?"

"Do you have to ask that?" said Rhoda

"No!" answered Kut-le si you back And if you had not spoken, I would rather have died I had reatly!"

Then, as if the flood, controlled all these months, had burst its bonds, Kut-le lifted Rhoda froto each other as if they knew that life could hold no moment for them so sweet as this Then they mounted and, side by side, they rode off into the desert sunset