Presently her lids drooped on her white cheeks.
When we rose on tiptoe, I thought she was asleep, but Lois was not certain; and as we crept out onto the rifle-platform and seated ourselves in a sheltered corner under the parapet, she said uneasily: "Lanette is a strange maid, Euan.

At first I knew she disliked me.
Then, of a sudden, one day she came to me and clung like a child afraid.

And we loved from that minute....

It is strange." "Is she ill ?" "In mind, I think." "Why ?" "I do not know, Euan." "Is it love, think you--her disorder ?" "I do not know, I tell you.

Once I thought it was--that.