CHAPTER III.
With a strange knocking of his heart, high up toward his throat, Kurt Dorn stood stock-still, watching the moving cloud of dust until it disappeared over the hill.
No doubt entered his mind.

The truth, the fact, was a year old--a long-familiar and dreamy state--but its meaning had not been revealed to him until just a moment past.

Everything had changed when she looked out with that sweet, steady gaze through the parted veil and then slowly closed it.

She had changed.

There was something intangible about her that last moment, baffling, haunting.