"She'll be glad I went back for this, and know that it was done for her sake.

If she had but money, now--this girl--and was a lady, and all that! Or if I could choose whom I would!" He began to descend slowly, step by step; the furious gale forgotten; his late escape from death unremembered; one thought alone monopolizing his mind--the thought that monopolizes all men's minds (or nearly all) at his age.

It was here that his hat had blown off, and her soft curls had played about his face; it was there that he had first clasped her waist, and had not been rebuked.

Then he fell to thinking of all that had happened between them during the few hours that were already an epoch in his life.

Why had she looked so frightened at first seeing him?
Had he seemed to come upon her as her "fate," as some girls say?
He would ask her that some day--perhaps up yonder amidst the ruins.
He had not missed the look of annoyance which she wore when Solomon had spoken to him so roughly, nor failed to couple it with the expressions she had before made use of with reference to Coe the elder, and the gratitude with which her father regarded his memory.