Yes, you can trust me." She gave him money and rode on home.

Before she reached the bungalow the paddle-maker passed her at a trot, going towards the sea.
She waited for three days, and then Victor Durnovo came again.

Maurice was still away.

There was an awful sense of impending danger in the very air in the loneliness of her position.

Yet she was not afraid of Durnovo.