10/23 He spoke little, and never at all of the scenes he had witnessed in his long campaign--never of his own share in them. He had become at once an active and a brooding man. The shadow of a supernatural presence seemed to hang over everything. Tonight that shadow was blacker than before. But that tone was one of sadness, and that word had seemed to drain away from veins of his some of the glad life that now pulsated in hers. |