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where she knew he was to pass the night. It was in darkness. Yes, he was a-bed, she told herself. Then she smiled. An idea had flashed through her mind. Should she walk over to the hut, and--and listen at the open window for the sound of his breathing? Her smile brought with it a blush of modesty, and the idea passed. Then with its going her eyes turned away, and, suddenly, they became fixed upon the indistinct outline of the gate in the fencing of her vegetable patch. She could just make out the figure of a man standing on the far side of it. For the moment the joyous thought that it was Will came to her. Then she negatived the idea. The outline was too large. She thought for a moment, and then, in a low voice, called the man by name. "Peter? That you?" The gate opened, and the man's heavy tread came up the narrow path. "Yes," he said, as he came. "I was just passing, and I thought I saw you in the doorway." He had reached the house, and with Eve standing on the door-sill, his rugged face was on a level with hers. "You're kind of late up, Eve," he went on doubtfully. "That's what made me stop. There's nothing amiss with--Elia?" he asked, shrewdly. It was by no means a haphazard question. He knew what the lad had been through that night. He knew, too, the boy's peculiar nervous temperament and its possibilities. "What makes you ask?" Eve retorted sharply. She knew something must have happened to the boy, and was wondering if Peter knew what it was. "Why should Elia be ill?" Peter scratched his rough, gray head. His mild, blue eyes twinkled gently in the lamplight from within the house. "Well, seeing you were up---- But there, I'm glad it's nothing. I'll pass on." Then he added: "You see, when a pretty girl gets standing in the doorway late at night--and such a lovely summer night--and she's just--just engaged, I don't guess she wants the company of six foot three of a misspent life. Good-night, Eve, my dear. My best congratulations." But the girl wanted him. Now he was here she wanted to talk to him particularly. "Don't go, Peter," she said. "Something is the matter with Elia. He is ill--very ill. He's had the worst fit I've ever known him to have, and--and I don't know if he's going to pull round when he wakes up. He was out late this evening, and I don't know where he's been, or--or what happened to him while he was out. Something must have happened to him. I mean something to upset him--eithe
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