"You could be everything that is good and beautiful——"
She did not smile or blush. All the glamour of their flight had fallen from her. The old cemetery with its gruesome headstones oppressed her. The purple shadows of the twilight seemed to circle the world.
She shuddered and one little hand caught at the sleeve of Justin's coat.
He glanced down at her. "My dear one, what is it?"
Her frightened eyes pleaded. "I—I don't like it here. I'm afraid."
"With me—silly. You weren't afraid up there in the clouds."
"This is—different. It seems down here as if the whole world were—dead——"
"You're tired. Look here, I'm going to carry you up this hill."
As he said it, masterfully, she felt herself swept up into his strong young arms.