worth? Still I say you are the treasure beyond price. These are but a little more fitting for you. That is all. Am I forgiven?”

He leaped to his feet, seized her hand, and attempted to slip an arm about her waist. She, lithe as a leopard, slipped from his grasp with a glad laugh that rippled in a low murmur to his hot ears, and intensified the glare that had come into his eyes. She failed to see that glare. It was the glare of greed; stark and utter greed, that counted no cost and brooked no opposition in driving for its ends.

“Thou art forgiven indeed!” she replied, panting and disheveled, a thing of wondrous loveliness. “So far art thou forgiven that I shall put thy heart to the grand test at once. Of thy fellows none can compare with thee for scorn of wealth and