There! Go and court your sweetheart.

For she gave me a look but now which boded ill for me or for any other maid or matron who dares lay finger on a single thrum of your rifle-shirt." "You are wrong," said I."She cares nothing for me in that manner." "What?
How do you know, you astounding boy ?" "I know it well enough." Lana shot a swift and curious look straight across the room at Lois, who now did not seem to be aware of her.
"She is beautiful...

and--not made of marble," said Lana softly to herself.

"Good God, no! Scarcely made of marble....

And some man will awaken her one day....