"Oh, this land! where you see the days running into years!" "The Dragon's a wise old beast," he ventured.

"He teaches--something." She assented gravely:-- "And in those days I thought it was a dark continent--of lost souls." "There are no dark continents," declared Heywood suddenly, in a broken voice.

"The heart of one man--can hold more darkness--You would never see into it--" "Don't!" she cried sharply.

"What did we promise ?" They stood close in the dusk, and a tremor, a wave, passed through them both.
"I forgot--I couldn't help"-- he stammered; then, as they stumbled forward, he regained his former tone, keen and ready.

"Mustn't get to fussing about our work, must we ?--Curious thing: speaking of dreams, you know.