For her eyes were bright and shining and clear as stars.
"Do you despise me now ?" "I love you," he said again, and made no movement toward her.
"I am glad," she whispered, and she did not look at him, but at the sunlit plain which lay beyond the window.
"And Rossland was on the _Nome_, and saw you, and sent word back to Graham," he said, fighting to keep himself from going nearer to her.
She nodded.

"Yes; and so I came to you, and failing there, I leaped into the sea, for I wanted them to think I was dead." "And Rossland was hurt." "Yes.

Strangely.

I heard of it in Cordova.

Men like Rossland frequently come to unexpected ends." He went to the door which she had closed, and opened it, and stood looking toward the blue billows of the foothills with the white crests of the mountains behind them.