THE GREATER LOVE Through a labyrinth of many passages he led her, over ground that was often rough and slimy with that sound of running water in their ears, sometimes near, sometimes distant, but never wholly absent.

Now and then a gleam of light would come from some distant crevice, and Dot would catch a glimpse of the rocky corridor through which they moved--catch a glimpse also of her companion walking with his free stride beside her, though occasionally he had to stoop when the roof was low.

He did not look at her, seldom spoke to her, but the grasp of his hand held her up and kept all fear at bay.

Somehow fear in this man's presence seemed impossible.
A long time passed, and she was sure that they had traversed a considerable distance before, very far ahead of them at the end of a steep upward slope, she discerned a patch of sky.
"Is that where we are going ?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
She gazed before her, puzzled.

"But where are we?
Are we still in the mine ?" "No.