"I'll live, if I can, till the wound is healed for the sake of your peace.

I'd be content to die of it, since you gave it in vengeance for another man's kiss, if it were not for you.

But they shall never know--they shall never--know." Lot's voice died away in a faint murmur between his parted lips; his eyes stared up with no meaning in them at the wintry stars.
Madelon ran back on the road to the village, taking great leaps through the snow, straining her eyes ahead.

Now and then she cried out hoarsely, as if she really saw some one, "Hullo! hullo!" At the curve of the road she turned a headlong corner and ran roughly against a man who was hurrying towards her; and this time it was Burr Gordon.
Burr reeled back with the shock; then his face peered into hers with fear and wonder.

"Is it you ?" he stammered out.