The amiable innkeeper did not see the tremor that passed over him, nor the slight stiffening that followed, nor the gray pallor of his face.

She went on talking until some one called her.
Wade went outdoors, and with bent head walked down the street, across a little river, out into green pasture-land.

He struggled with an amazing possibility.

Columbine Belllounds might be his own daughter.

His heart leaped with joy.