Thunder rolled nearer, ominously; the gods were driving their chariots over the bridge.

The chill breath passed, leaving the air again to its hot inertia.
"I did not want to go," she said, at last, with tears just below the surface of her voice.

"I wanted to stay here, but he--they wouldn't--I can't." "Wanted to stay here ?" he said, huskily, not turning.

"Here ?" "Yes." "In Rouen, you mean ?" "In Plattville." "In Plattville ?" He turned now, astounded.
"Yes; wouldn't you have taken me on the 'Herald' ?" She rose and came toward him.

"I could have supported myself here if you would--and I've studied how newspapers are made; I know I could have earned a wage.