Hand-in-hand they were strolling, for on the morrow he was going south, and would probably be absent for some months.
The girl had allowed herself to remain in her lover's arms in one long kiss of perfect ecstasy.

Then, with a sigh of regret, she had held his hand and gone forward again without a word.

When Walter had left, the sun of her young life would have set, for after all it was not exactly exciting to be the eyes and ears of a man who was blind.

And there was always at her side that man whom she hated, and who, she knew, was her bitterest foe--James Flockart.
Of late her father seemed to have taken him strangely into his confidence.

Why, she could not tell.