"What do you mean?" she asked, catching excitement from him.
"Why, my mother. That's her attitude, and your walk's her walk, and your voice her voice. You're her—all over! Why, when I saw you by the Pool just now, a hundred yards off, strolling on the bank——"
"Yes?" she half-whispered. "You started, didn't you?"
"Yes, I started. I thought for a moment I saw my mother's ghost. I thought my mother had come back to Blent. And it is—you!"
He threw out his hands in a gesture of what seemed despair.
XII
Fighters and Doubters
"Miss S. wasn't so far wrong after all!" exclaimed Mina Zabriska, flinging down a letter on the table by her.