"And that, Buddha, is what will happen." Mechanically she lighted another cigarette and turned over her first rough pages--a copy had gone to Rattray--looking for passages she had wrought most to her satisfaction.

They left her cold as she read them, but she was not unaware that the reason of this lay elsewhere; and when she went to bed she put the packet under her pillow and slept a little better for the comfort of it..