It makes you forget the world, doesn't it? You'd do things here
that you wouldn't do anywhere else."
The gate was opened by the bowab, and the two passed through. David was
standing by the brazier, his hand held unconsciously over the coals, his
eyes turned towards them. The reddish flame from the fire lit up his face
under the broad-brimmed hat. His head, slightly bowed, was thrust forward
to the dusk. Hylda looked at him steadily for a moment. Their eyes met,
though hers were in the shade. Again Lacey spoke. "Don't be anxious. I'll
see her safe back. Good-bye. Give my love to the girls."
David stood looking at the closed gate with eyes full of thought and
wonder and trouble. He was not thinking of the girl. There was no
sentimental reverie in his look. Already his mind was engaged in scrutiny
of the circumstances in which he was set. He realised fully his
situation. The idealism which had been born with him had met its reward
in a labour herculean at the least, and the infinite drudgery of the
practical issues came in a terrible pressure of conviction to his mind.
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