"I don't suppose you will ever realize how much that will help me." As he finished he turned toward the door; and a minute afterward, without another word or look, he went out into the street, and she saw his figure cross the flowers and the sunlight in the window.
When he had gone Corinna opened the door and stood watching the long black shadows of the cedars creep over the walk of broken flagstones.
Always when she was alone her thoughts would return like homing birds to John Benham; but this afternoon, though she spoke his name in her reflections, she was conscious of an inner detachment from the vital interests of her personal life.

For a little while, so strong was the mental impression Vetch had made on her, she saw his image even while she thought the name of John Benham.

Then, with an effort of will, she put the Governor and all that he had said out of her mind.

After all, how little would she ever see of him now--how seldom would their paths cross in the future! A strange and interesting man, a man who had, in one instant of mental sympathy, stirred something within her heart that no one, not even Kent Page, had ever awakened before.

For that one instant a ripple, nothing more, had moved on the face of the deep--of the deep which was so ancient that it was older even than the blood of her race.