"You're so eloquent about it," he said slowly, "that I think I
must!"
Smiling, she gave him her hand. Desmond held it for an instant in
his.
Then, without another word, he turned and strode off towards the
winding white road that led to the station.
Barbara watched him until a turn in the road hid him from her
sight. Then she pulled out her handkerchief.
"Good Heavens, girl!" she said to herself, I believe you're
crying!"
End of Project Gutenberg's Etext of Okewood of the Secret Service
by Valentine Williams.