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And _such_ a fool!" The distant gallop of a horse, dulled on the soft soil, but coming nearer, could not arouse him from the bitter depths he had sunk in; not even when the sound ceased beside him, and horse snorted recognition to horse.

It was only when a light touch rested on his arm that he looked up heavily, caught his breath.
"Where is the other--woman ?" she gasped.
"There never was any other." "You said--" "I said I loved my ideal.

I did not know she existed--until I saw you." "Then--then we were searching for--" "A vision.