rich, lovely substance of his being. The warmth and motion of her walk suffused through him wonderfully.

‘I’m SO glad if I help you,’ she said.

‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘There’s nobody else could do it, if you wouldn’t.’

‘That is true,’ she said to herself, with a thrill of strange, fatal elation.

As they walked, he seemed to lift her nearer and nearer to himself, till she moved upon the firm vehicle of his body.

He was so strong, so sustaining, and he could not be opposed. She drifted along in a wonderful interfusion of physical motion, down the dark, blowy hillside. Far across shone the little yellow lights of Beldover,