30/48 The only important fact in her mind was the intimacy between them, which united them, little by little, apart from the world. She knew nothing about him, yet she was so well acquainted with his nature that she could read his thoughts in a simple look or smile. He, her hero, had come as she always said he would. She had at once recognised him, and they loved each other. She had long, slender hands, roughened a little at the ends of the fingers by her constant use of the needle, but he adored them. |