“Poor devil,” was the grim rejoinder. “So he has given us the slip!”
They went into the house, and in a minute Annesley was bending over Elaine, one of her hands clasped in his.
“You are not hurt?” he asked.
“No; I shall be better soon. I cannot understand anything yet; my head throbs and burns so much. I knew that you would come to me, Harold!”
The light of a great love was shining in her eyes; then she added:
“Oh, forgive me; I had forgotten—all but your presence here!”
“Do not try to think now,” he whispered, tenderly. “You must return home, and Nina will take care of you. To-morrow you may know all.”
She sighed softly, content that the man she loved was near her!
CHAPTER XXIX.
PEACE AT LAST.