Donald's throat contracted sharply. Never in those tumultuous days in
Japan, nor in those desperate ones in Singapore had he wanted Miss
Lady as he wanted her now. It was not her youth or her beauty that he
was thinking of; it was the firm confident clasp of her hand, the
unfaltering courage of her eyes, her words, "I do believe in you, Don,
with all my heart and soul." He was like a starving man who must have
bread even if it belongs to another. Before he knew it he was plunging
down the footpath to the road.
Connie would be his excuse, although he had been rather conscience-
stricken about Connie of late. She had developed a taste for exploring
that beguiling land of Flirtation where the boundary lines have never
been defined, and dangers are known to lurk beyond the borders. As an
old and experienced adventurer he felt that he had already accompanied
her too far.
As he reached Thornwood's big colonial gateway, he found some one
alighting from a buggy.
"Hello, Wick!" he said. "Wait, I'll open it for you. I thought you
were staying in town!" Noah removed a pair of unmistakably new tan
gloves and opened the gate for himself.
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