I was going to confess with the utmost frankness and the most sincere truth that my only crime against Heaven is a most perfect, unswerving, devotional love for my own particular Self.

In that attachment I have never wavered yet--but I really cannot say what may become of Keyork Arabian if he looks at you much longer." "He might become a human being," suggested Unorna.
"How can you be so cruel as to suggest such a horrible possibility ?" cried the gnome with a shudder, either real or extremely well feigned.
"You are betraying yourself, Keyork.

You must control your feelings better, or I shall find out the truth about you." He glanced keenly at her, and was silent for a while.

Unorna rose slowly to her feet, and standing beside him, began to twist her hair into a great coil upon her head.
"What made you let it down ?" asked Keyork with some curiosity, as he watched her.
"I hardly know," she answered, still busy with the braids.

"I was nervous, I suppose, as you say, and so it got loose and came down." "Nervous about our friend ?" She did not reply, but turned from him with a shake of the head and took up her fur mantle.
"You are not going ?" said Keyork quietly, in a tone of conviction.
She started slightly, dropped the sable, and sat down again.
"No," she said, "I am not going yet.