CHAPTER XXI
THE VALLEY OF HUMILIATION
When Scott reached the fallen tree again, Dinah's fit of weeping was over. She was lying exhausted and barely conscious against his coat.
She opened her eyes as he knelt down beside her. "You are—good," she whispered faintly.
He poured out some milk and held it to her. "Try to drink some!" he said gently.
She put out a trembling hand.
"No; let me!" he said.
She submitted in silence, and he lifted the glass to her lips and held it very steadily while slowly she drank.
Her eyes were swollen and burning with the shedding of many scalding tears. Now and then a sharp sob rose in her throat so that she could not swallow.
"Take your time!" he said. "Don't hurry it!"