He could not even speak her name. He could only gaze at her entranced, as at that other time when he had come to consciousness within the woods, and had found her face hovering like a spirit’s above his own.
She said as if answering the question he could not speak:
“Yaes—it is I—To-o-jin-san!”
With a motion, inexpressibly sweet, she put out her little hands, just as she had done ere she could see, and a beseeching, quivering little smile was on her lips.
“In the honorable wet dark—all those way—I have come bag to you, kind Tojin-san!”
His voice shook so that he did not recognize it as his own.
“You found your way—”
“Wiz these my eyes closed,” she said, “ad udder end those whole worl’—tha’s same thing Tojin-san—I find way bag unto you!”
“Why?” he demanded with a rough passion that yet tore and intoxicated him.
She reached out her arms to him yearningly, pleadingly.