I was trying to bring myself to give it to Mr.Hill." "How did you know it was mine ?" She almost whispered the words, yet she drew nearer to him, drawn irresistibly--drawn as a needle to the magnet.
He answered her also under his breath.

"I--remembered." She felt as if a wave of fire had swept over her.

She swayed a little, throbbing from head to foot.
"I have rather a good memory," he said, as she found no words.

"You're not--vexed with me on that account, I hope ?" An odd touch of wistfulness in his voice brought her eyes up to his face.
She fought for speech and answered him.
"Of course not! Why should I?
It--is a very long time ago, isn't it ?" "Centuries," said Warden, and smiled again upon her reassuringly.

"But I never forgot you and your little farm and the old dog.