"
"Have you forgotten the night in the avenue?"
He could feel that she shook her head.
"Do you want to be quiet now?"
"Yes."
They sat quite still, excepting that only sometimes he raised her fingers
softly to his mouth.
Doss, who had been asleep in the corner, waking suddenly, planted himself
before them, his wiry legs moving nervously, his yellow eyes filled with
anxiety. He was not at all sure that she was not being retained in her
present position against her will, and was not a little relieved when she
sat up and held out her hand for the shawl.
"I must go," she said.
The stranger wrapped the shawl very carefully about her.
"Keep it close around your face, Lyndall; it is very damp outside. Shall I
walk with you to the house?"
"No. Lie down and rest; I will come and wake you at three o'clock."
She lifted her face that he might kiss it, and, when he had kissed it once,
she still held it that he might kiss it again. Then he let her out. He
had seated himself at the fireplace, when she reopened the door.
"Have you forgotten anything?"
"No."
She gave one long, lingering look at the old room. When she was gone, and
the door shut, the stranger filled his glass, and sat at the table sipping
it thoughtfully.
The night outside was misty and damp; the faint moonlight, trying to force
its way through the thick air, made darkly visible the outlines of the
buildings.
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