CHAPTER X.MY GENTLEMAN ON THE ROAD AGAIN.
Near a milestone, under the moonlight, crouched the figure of a woman, huddled with her head against her knees, and careless hair falling to the summer's dust.

Evan came upon this sight within a few miles of Fallowfield.

At first he was rather startled, for he had inherited superstitious emotions from his mother, and the road was lone, the moon full.

He went up to her and spoke a gentle word, which provoked no reply.

He ventured to put his hand on her shoulder, continuing softly to address her.