Take her." Meantime Clara had drawn nearer to me.

She looked somehow very beautiful with her golden hair in the sunlight, and the white furs draped about her.
"Harold!" she exclaimed.

"Harold, is it you?
How strange and masterful you look.

I didn't know you were so strong." I turned sternly towards her.
"When I was alone," I said, "on the Himalayas hunting the humpo or humped buffalo----" Clara clasped her hands, looking into my face.
"Yes," she said, "tell me about it." Meantime I could see that Edith had gone over to John Croyden.
"John," she said, "you shouldn't sit on the wet sand like that.

You will get a chill.