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246 manner in which the trivialities of his calling could so stubbornly re-impose themselves on his moments of exaltation. "It will have to be like our meeting to-night—without their knowing. I'll send you word in some way—in the morning. But it will have to be secret. And now I must go!"

"That way?" he challenged, with bitterness in his voice.

She came to a stop, staring at him through the dusk for a moment of silence. Then she slowly lifted her arms, and as slowly stepped across the filtered moonlight until she came to where he stood waiting for her.