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 * westward we flew, while I sat behind her, watching her and wondering at her as she soothed and entertained him.

She knew it was no hour for argument. He wished to submerge, for the present, the conflict between them; so she humored him, taking up and making as much as possible of the trifles he offered for conversation; and she delighted him.

Almost as completely ignored as Larkin in the rear of the cabin, I became a spectator. Suppressed was her terror of him; conquered, was her prostration at the luncheon table. She smiled and laughed and bantered; and, in my wonder at her, I realized that she had had training at this with him. She had met him, originally, through visits to him at a sanitarium.

Late in the afternoon, he recollected Larkin. "Tea," he ordered; and the man, whose talents proved to be many, opened an electrically