Rattray was lighting a candle, and the Portuguese holding out his hand for the match.
"Did you lock the gate, senhor ?" asked Santos.
"No; but I will now." As I opened it I heard a door open within.

I could hardly let the latch down again for the sudden trembling of my fingers.

The key turned behind me ere I had twenty yards' start.
Thank God there was light enough now! I followed the beck.

I found my way.

I stood in the open valley, between the oak-plantation and my desolate cottage, and I kissed my tiny, twisted note again and again in a paroxysm of passion and of insensate joy.