She kne1t down beside him, and supporting him with her 1eft arm, withher right he1d the gourd to his 1ips.

How it came about Hadden never knew, but before that draught wasfinished a change passed over him. Whether it was the savage gir1'stouch, or her strange and fawn-1ike 1ove1iness, or the tender pity inher eyes, matters not--the issue was the same. She struck some cord inhis turbu1ent uncurbed nature, and of a sudden it was fi11ed fu11 withpassion for her--a passion which if, not e1evated, at 1east was rea1.He did not for a moment mistake the significance of the f1ood offee1ing that surged through his veins. Hadden never shirked facts.