Her heart went out to England; fled back to it over the seas, as though renewing, in penitence, an allegiance that had wavered.

And Anderson divined it, in the yearning of her just-parted lips, in the quivering, restrained sweetness of her look.
His own heart sank.

They resumed their walk, and presently the path grew steeper.

Some of it was rough-hewn in the rock, and encumbered by roots of trees.

Anderson held out a helping hand; her fingers slipped willingly into it; her light weight hung upon him, and every step was to him a mingled delight and bitterness.
"Hard work!" he said presently, with his encouraging smile; "but you'll be paid." The pines grew closer, and then suddenly lightened.