Even when I made the trip West and wrote to him to meet the train on my return--even then I was only guessing.

When he didn't appear at the station I went cold and made up my mind that I would never think of him again." "But when you saw him in the street, here ?" "John Mark had prepared me and hardened me against that meeting, and I was afraid even to think for myself.

But, when Ronicky Doone--bless him!--talked to me in your room, I knew what Bill Gregg must be, since he had a friend who would venture as much for him as Ronicky Doone did.
It all came over me in a flash.

I did love him--I did, indeed!" "Yes, yes," whispered Ruth Tolliver, nodding and smiling faintly.

"I remember how he stood there and talked to you.