What was her power over Kedsty?
Why was it that Kedsty would like to see her dead?
Why was she in his house?
Again and again he asked himself the questions and found no answers to them.
And yet, even in this purgatory of mystery that environed him, he felt himself happier than he had ever been in his life.

For Marette was not four or five hundred miles down the river.

She was in the same house with him.

And he had told her that he loved her.

He was glad that he had been given courage to let her know that.