It was like a touch of the Luzon sun, Mr.Keen.And then she came out and got into a Fifth Avenue stage, and I got in, too.

And whenever she looked away I looked at her--without the slightest offense, Mr.Keen, until, once, she caught my eye--" He passed an unsteady hand over his forehead.
"For a moment we looked full at one another," he continued.

"I got red, sir; I felt it, and I couldn't look away.

And when I turned color like a blooming beet, she began to turn pink like a rosebud, and she looked full into my eyes with such a wonderful purity, such exquisite innocence, that I--I never felt so near--er--heaven in my life! No, sir, not even when they ambushed us at Manoa Wells--but that's another thing--only it is part of this business." He tightened his clasped hands over his knee until the knuckles whitened.
"_That's_ my story, Mr.Keen," he said crisply.
"All of it ?" Harren looked at the floor, then at Keen: "No, not all.

You'll think me a lunatic if I tell you all." "Oh, you saw her again ?" "N-never! That is--" "Never ?" "Not in--in the flesh." "Oh, in dreams ?" Harren stirred uneasily.