I would guard you like a dog that loves his master!" He listened, with a strange look in his eyes,--a look of wonder and something of compassion.

There was a pause.

The silence of the hills was, or seemed more intense and impressive--the great white cloud still spread itself in large leisure along the miles of slowly darkening sky.
Presently he spoke.

"And what wages, Manella?
What wages should I have to pay for such a servant ?--such a dog ?" Her head drooped, she avoided his steady, searching gaze.
"What wages, Manella?
None, you would say, except--love! You tell me you would be my woman,--and I know you mean it.

You would be my slave--you mean that, too.