And the _fattore_ who took us in left in January.

There is a new man.' 'Then it's quite safe!' said Lucy in French.

And her kind deep eyes looked steadily into Eleanor's, as though mutely cheering and supporting her.
Eleanor unconsciously pressed her hand upon her breast.

She was looking round her in a sudden anguish of memory.

For, now they were through the village, they were descending--they were in the woods.