There, perhaps, I can tell you." What was it that had impelled her to say it?
She could not have told.
Murray looked at her.

Her very presence seemed to infuse new determination into him.
It was strange about this woman, what a wonderful effect she had on him.
A few days before he would have laughed at any one who had suggested that any woman might have aroused in him the passions that were now surging through his heart.

Ten thousand years ago, perhaps, he would have seized her and carried her off in triumph to his clan or tribe.
To-day he must, he would win her by more subtle means.
His mind was made up.

She had pointed the way.

That night Dodge left Woodlake hastily for New York.
To Constance a new purpose seemed to have entered into a barren life.
She was almost gay as she packed her trunks and grips and quietly slipped into the city a few hours later and registered at a quiet hotel for business women.
Sure enough in the Star the next morning was the advertisement.