spoke to me."

"Supposing I hadn't?"

"It wouldn't have mattered. I'd have followed you just the same. Wherever
you'd gone I'd have gone, too. I very nearly turned back then."

She remembered. She saw him standing in the road at the turn.

"I knew I had to see you again. But I waited two days to make sure. Then
I came ...

"... And when I'd gone I kept on seeing your face. It made me come back
again. And the other day--I tried to get away from you. I didn't mean to
come back; but I had to. I can't stand being away from you. And yet--

"... Oh well--there it is. I had to tell you ... I couldn't if I didn't
trust you."

"You tried to get away from me--You didn't mean to come back."

"I tell you I _had_ to. It's no use trying."

"But you didn't want to come back.... _That's_ why I dreamed about you."

"Did you dream about me?"

"Yes. Furiously. Three nights running. I dreamed you'd got away and when
I'd found you a black thing came down and cut you off. I dreamed you'd
got away again, and I met you in a foreign village with a lot of foreign