I tried to tell you.

Before you got that license, I wanted you to know." "I remember," said the Harvester.

"But no man could have guessed that a girl with your face had agony like that in her heart, not even when he read deep trouble there." "I should have told you then! I should have forced you to hear! I was wild with fear of Uncle Henry, and I had nowhere to go.

Now you know! Go away, and the end will come soon." The Harvester arose and walked a few steps toward the lake, where he paused stricken, but fighting for control.

For him the light had gone out.