“ ser a time.

    I turned reluctantly to her.

    ‘ made you c? You must icular interest? Some personal attraction?“

    I shing special, no.”

    And t tillness of tars and the fire.

    It must er, w sime.

    ‘Margaret.“ I believe it  time s name. ”omorrow…“

    ‘Yes?“

    ‘You  you?“

    It  ell rembling in  of fatigue or illness, but it seemed to me, in t before I ans Miss inter was afraid.

    t morning Maurice drove me to tation and I took train south.