"They love one another, so what's the odds?
Do you know Reddon well ?" "I have seen him many times," she replied with apparent evasiveness.
"He is a--" but here he stopped as if paralysis had seized him suddenly.
The truth shot into his brain like a deadly bolt.

Everything was as plain as day to him now.

She stooped to pick up a slim, broken reed that crossed her path, and her face was averted.

"God!" was the cry that almost escaped his lips.

"She loves Reddon, and he is going to marry her best friend!" Cold perspiration started from every pore in his body.