The old life--I hate it, but it calls me, and I have an impulse to go
back to it even though I hate it. Listen. I'll tell you what happened the
other day. It's terrible, but it's true. I was walking in the woods--"
Thereupon she told him of her being seized and carried to the Gipsy camp,
and of all that happened there to the last detail. She even had the
courage to tell of all she felt there; but when she had finished, with a
half-frightened look in her eyes, her face pale, and her hands clasped
before her, he did not speak for a minute. Suddenly, however, he seemed
to tower over her, his two big hands were raised as though they would
strike, and then the palms spread out and enclosed her cheeks lovingly,
and his eyes fastened upon hers.
"I know," he said gently. "I always understood--everything; but you'll
never have the same fight again, because I'll be with you. You
understand, Fleda--I'll be with you."
With an exclamation of gratitude she nestled into his arms.
Before the thrill of his embrace had passed from their pulses, they heard
the breaking of twigs under a quick footstep, and Rhodo stood before
them. "Come," he said to Fleda. His voice was as solemn and strange as
his manner. "Come!" he repeated peremptorily.
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