"Yes?"
"I don't like to think of you as a thief. I will take those kisses back some other time."
Then, with another ripple of laughter, she disappeared into the house.
Frank's heart was very light as he walked airily down the street. He had forgotten the man in black for the time, and he whistled a lively air, thinking of the charming girl he had left a few moments before.
It had now grown quite dark, for the moon had not yet risen; but there was a spring-time sweetness in the air, which was not yet enervated by the languorous heat of summer.
Frank passed beyond the limits of the village, where lights were twinkling from the windows of the houses, and he swung down the road toward the cove at a lively gait, still whistling.
At a certain point the road was lined with bushes, and not far away was the village cemetery.
Frank had reached this lonely locality, when, of a sudden, a feeling of uneasiness came over him. Somehow it seemed that he was in danger.
Then came a rustle in the bushes, and, the following moment, a dark form confronted the lad, blocking his path.
Frank recoiled, and through his mind flashed the thought: