The romance of the story and the moment, Manisty's low, rushing speech, the sparkle of his poet's look--the girl's fancy yielded to the spell of them; her breath came quick and soft.

Through all their outer difference, Manisty suddenly felt the response of her temperament to his.

It was delightful to be there with her--delightful to be talking to her.
'I was on the shore,' he continued, 'watching the divers at work, on the day they drew up the Medusa.

I helped the man who drew her up to clean the slime and mud from them, and the vixen glared at me all the time, as though she thirsted to take vengeance upon us all.

She had had time to think about it,--for she sank perhaps ten years after the Crucifixion,--while Mary still lived in the house of John!' His voice dropped to the note of reverie, and a thrill passed through Lucy.