perhaps, gone several times upon this errand, when Clara reopened

"Now," said he, "since she is better, you can spare me, can you

not? I wish you a good night, Mr. Cassilis."

And with that he was gone among the thicket. I made a fire, for I

had now no fear of the Italians, who had even spared all the little

possessions left in my encampment; and, broken as she was by the

excitement and the hideous catastrophe of the evening, I managed,

in one way or another - by persuasion, encouragement, warmth, and