CHAPTER VIII.
The journey homeward held many incalculable differences from the uncertain doubts and fears that had tormented Lenore on the outward trip.
For a long time she felt the warm, tight clasp of Dorn's hand on hers as he had said good-by.

Very evidently he believed that was to be his last sight of her.

Lenore would never forget the gaze that seemed to try to burn her image on his memory forever.

She felt that they would meet again.

Solemn thoughts revolved in her mind; still, she was not unhappy.
She had given much unsought, but the return to her seemed growing every moment that she lived.
The dust had been settled by the rain for many miles; however, beyond Palmer there began to show evidences that the storm had thinned out or sheered off, because the road gradually grew dry again.