The men round Turrifs said you were growing so fast that between one time and another they wouldn't know you.

Worst, that is, of living in out-of-the-way parts--no one sees you often enough to know if you're you or if you're not you." "It is not true," she cried.

He had at last brought the flash to her eyes.

She stood before him palpitating with passion.

"You are a liar!" she said, intensely.