Brandon of the Engineers

She rose and stopped him with a gesture. "There is no more to be said,

Mr. Brandon. I cannot marry you, and if you are generous, you will go."

Dick, who had been gripping the chair hard, let his hand fall slackly and

turned away. Clare watched him cross the patio, and stood tensely still,

fighting against an impulse to call him back as he neared the door. Then

as he vanished into the shadow of the arch she sat down with sudden

limpness and buried her hot face in her hands.