And I wanted to get back quietly and unobserved." Anne put her arms about Leslie and kissed her.

Leslie returned the kiss warmly.

She looked pale and tired, and she gave a little sigh as she dropped down on the grasses beside a great bed of daffodils that were gleaming through the pale, silvery twilight like golden stars.
"And you have come home alone, Leslie ?" "Yes.

George Moore's sister came to Montreal and took him home with her.

Poor fellow, he was sorry to part with me--though I was a stranger to him when his memory first came back.