"If I start with John to-morrow, my sweet," she said, "you will come
with me as I have promised you. But if I must go to that great, restless
city, to find him, then you will wait for me here--safe in your secret
home." And then she looked out over the misty clover-grown pleasance to
the country beyond bathed in brilliant moonlight. And something in the
beauty of it stilled the wild ache in her heart. She would not admit
into her thoughts the least fear, but some unexplained, unconquerable
apprehension stayed in her innermost soul. She knew, only she refused to
face the fact, that all was not well.
Of doubt as to John Derringham's intentions towards her, or his love,
she had none, but there were forces she knew which were strong and could
injure people, and with all her fearlessness of them, they might have
been capable of causing some trouble to her lover--her lover who was
ignorant of such things.
She stayed some time looking at the beautiful moonlit country, and
saying her prayers to that God Who was her eternal friend, and then she
got up to steal noiselessly to bed.
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