"He will--he will. Even if he doesn't, I'll know that he remembers just
the same. He does--he does remember."
She drew herself up with an effort, and, as it were, shook herself free
from the memories which dimmed her eyes.
Not far away a man was riding towards the clump of trees where she was.
She saw, and hastened to her horse.
"If I told John all I feel he'd understand. I believe he always has
understood," she added with a far-off look.
The draft was still crushed in her hand when she mounted the beloved
horse, whose name now was Shiel.
Presently she smoothed out the crumpled paper. "Yes, I'll take it; I'll
put it by," she murmured. "John will keep on betting. He'll be broke
some day and he'll need it, maybe."
A moment later she was riding hard to meet the man who, before the wheat-
harvest came, would call her wife.
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He saw what he wished to see, which is the way of man
Searchers after excuses for ungoverned instincts and acts
Telling the unnecessary truth
What isn't never was to those that never knew
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