length of the spur, out here in the sunshine?"
Marjorie did not speak.
"And you sort of forgot about your bonds when you were running, didn't you? You got over the ground pretty rapidly."
Still Marjorie said nothing.
"You have such a lot of tea-cups chasing you, haven't you?"
But Marjorie only kept her head bowed and walked slowly down the trail, feeling the bonds back on her body and limbs, and the dreadful choke in her throat growing worse and worse.
After a while the trail left the steep, grassy slope and entered the woods again, where the trees were very close together, with long, interwoven straggling limbs, and enwrapped with vines clear to their tops, and the ground was wet, and the mud black and sticky;—and then heavy clouds gathered and the way became more and more dismal, and the clumps of moss and ferns up in the
