tears slipped from under her closed lids, but when she opened them her eyes were dull and hard.
"What a rag one is when the last secret of the soul is torn out and laid bare!" she cried.
Henderson thrust his handkerchief into her fingers and whispered, "Edith, the boat has been creeping up. It's very near. Maybe some of our crowd are on it. Hadn't we better get away from here before it lands?"
"If I can walk," she said. "Oh, I am so dead tired, Hart!"
"Yes, dear," said Henderson soothingly. "Just try to get past the landing before the boat anchors. If I only dared carry you!"
They struggled through the waiting masses, but directly opposite the landing there was a backward movement in the happy, laughing crowd, the gangplank came down with a slam, and people began hurrying from the boat. Crowded against the fish house on the dock, Henderson could only advance a few steps at a time. He was straining every nerve to protect and assist Edith. He saw no one he recognized near them, so he slipped his arm across her back to help support her. He felt her stiffen against him and catch her breath. At the same instant, the clearest, sweetest male voice he ever had heard called, "Be careful there, little man!"
Henderson shot a swift glance toward the boat. Terrence O'More had just stepped from the gangplank, escorting a little daughter, so like him, it was comical. There followed a picture not easy to describe. The Angel
