I'm full of its life--and I've money--think of that! Yesterday I didn't know what money was.

I was going to throw it away--throw it away as lightly as I threw away all those good, precious years.

How much it seems now, and what fine, powerful stuff it is! And I, like a sleeping fool, was about to let it go at a mere suggestion from Allan." He stopped, as if under the thrust of a cold, keen blade.
[Illustration: "He gazed long and exultingly into the eyes yielded so abjectly to his."] "Allan--Allan!" he repeated dazedly while the look of pain deepened in the woman's eyes.

He stared back at her dumbly.

Then another awakening became visible in him and he laughed awkwardly.
"It's funny, Nance--funny--and awful! Do you know that not until I spoke his name then had a thought of Allan come to me?
Can you comprehend it?
I can't now.