And she held out her other arm, which had been pressed warm against his

side. There, just above the wrist, was the red sun-inflammation from

last year. Byrne regarded it gravely.

'But it's wearing off--even that,' he said wistfully.

Helena put her arms found him under his coat. She was cold. He felt a

hot wave of joy suffuse him. Almost immediately she released him, and

took off her hat.

'That is better,' he said.

'I was afraid of the pins,' said she.

'I've been dodging them for the last hour,' he said, laughing, as she

put her arms under his coat again for warmth.

She laughed, and, making a small, moaning noise, as if of weariness and

helplessness, she sank her head on his chest. He put down his cheek

against hers.

'I want rest and warmth,' she said, in her dull tones.

'All right!' he murmured.



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