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Kells strode there, a black, silent shadow, plodding with bent head,

as if all about and above him were deht, of the inanimate and

imponderable black walls, and of herself, were exquisitely and

abnorloomy

and wroth and sick with himself because the man in him despised the

coward Men of his stamp were seldom or never cowards Their lives

did not breed cowardice or baseness Joan knew the burning in her

breast--that thing which inflah her like a wind

of fire--was hate Yet her heart held a grain of pity for hiainst the endered by a wild life a his opportunities of the long hours and

lonely rateful, and did not in the least

underestimate what it cost him, how different fro, and her thinking of it

useless, unless he conquered hi on to

that steel-like control of her nerves, ainst her saddle, a blanket covering her, with