He could not drive out the foreboding that had taken a seat there since Sim looked last in his eyes and cried, "Let me go." Laddie frisked about them, and barked back at the echo of his own voice, that resounded through the clear air from the hollow places in the hills.

They had not far to go now.

The light of the kitchen window at Shoulthwaite would be seen from the turn of the road.

Only through yonder belt of trees that overhung the "lonnin," and they would be in the court of Angus Ray's homestead.
"Ralph," said Rotha--she had walked in silence for some little time--"all the sorrow of my life seems gone.

You have driven it all away." Her tremulous voice belied the light laugh that followed.
He looked down at her tear-dimmed eyes.