That is all I have to tell you, except that if any undesirable version of the affair gets about, Courthorne or I will assuredly find you." Then there was a scream of the whistle, and the train rolled away with Ferris standing white with fury on the platform of a car.
In the meanwhile Maud Barrington spent a sleepless night.

Ferris's taunt had reached its mark, and she realized with confusion that it was the truth he spoke.

The fact that brought the blood to her cheeks would no longer be hidden, and she knew it was a longing to punish the lad who had struck down the man she loved that had led to her insistence on the former leaving Silverdale.

It was a difficult admission, but she made it that night.

The outcast who had stepped out of the obscurity, and into her peaceful life, had shown himself a man that any woman might be proud to mate with, and, though he had said very little, and now and then his words were bitter, she knew that he loved her.