Dear old Allan! I'm aching to get a stranglehold on him!" "Yes--he'll be so glad--there's so much to say!" "I didn't know whom I should find here." "We've had Clytie look after both houses--sometimes we've rented mine--and almost every summer we've come here." "You know I didn't dream I was rich until I got here.

The lawyer says they've advertised, but I've been away from everything most of the time--not looking out for advertisements.

I can't understand the old gentleman, when I was such a reprobate and Allan was always such a thoroughly decent chap." "Oh, hardly a reprobate!" "Worse, Nance--an ass--think of my talking to that dear old soul as I did--taking twenty minutes off to win him from his lifelong faith.

I shudder when I remember it.

And yet I honestly thought he might be made to see things my way." Their speech had been quick, and her eyes were fastened upon his with a look from the old days striving in her to bring back that big moment of their last parting--that singular moment when they blindly groped for each other but had perforce to be content with one poor, trembling handclasp! Had that trembling been a weakness or a strength?
For all time since--and increasingly during the later years--secret memories of it had wonderfully quickened a life that would otherwise have tended to fall dull, torpid, stubborn.