The things we do!

Not till then. If I were out in that graveyard, with my
bones apart, and your foot crossed my grave, I'd get up and come,
and live again with you--live--again. I say, I could live again,
do you hear me?"
She broke out into a torrent of hot speech. He did not seem to
hear her. "The wrong of it," said he, "is that we should fight
apart and not together. Do as you like for to-day. Be happy as
you can. Let's live in the present, as we were, at least for
to-day. But to-night--"
He turned swiftly, and left her, so that she found left unsaid
certain questions as well as certain accusations she had stored for
this first meeting.


CHAPTER XII
THE NIGHT
That night, Josephine St. Auban did not sleep. For hours she
tossed about, listening. Infrequently, sounds came to her ears.
Through the window came now and again faint notes of night-faring
birds, south bound on their autumnal migration. Once in a while a
distant step resounded in the great building, or again there came
the distant voices of the negroes singing in their quarters beyond.


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