He did not seem aware of the affectionate impulse which had moved her towards him at first.

He gave her his hand presently.

It was deadly cold, and lay loosely in her own.
"I was asking my grandfather about you this morning," she said, wondering at his strange manner, "but he would not tell me where you were." "Indeed! I am surprised to find you felt so much interest in me; I'm aware that I don't deserve as much.

Yet I could plead plenty of excuses for my life, if I cared to trouble you with them; but I don't.

It would be a long story; and when it was told, you might not believe it.