CHAPTER VIII.
THE MOUTH OF THE PIT So Puck had her way and stayed.
She was evidently sublimely happy--at least in Merryon's society, but she did not pick up her strength very quickly, and but for her unfailing high spirits Merryon would have felt anxious about her.

There seemed to be nothing of her.

She was not like a creature of flesh and blood.

Yet how utterly, how abundantly, she satisfied him! She poured out her love to him in a perpetual offering that never varied or grew less.

She gave him freely, eagerly, glowingly, all she had to give.