But this morning he _knew_.

She loved him.
She was his--no one could take her from him.

She was the woman he wanted as he had never wanted a woman before, and _she was his--she was his_! I do not remember our entering the forest.

I know that first you climb a rough, rather narrow road up from the river, that the trees close about you very gradually, that there is a little church with a green turret and a fine view of the Nestor, and that there a broad solemn avenue of silver birch leads you forward, gently and without any sinister omens.

Then again the forest clears and there are fields of corn and, built amongst the thin scattering of trees, the village of N----.