Chapter 18

She turned her head slowly toward him and smiled, and the firelight was reflected from the half-shut eyes between the falling lashes. Then she turned her head back again. "It was the one thing lacking, only I didn't know it." He clasped the hand tight for a minute, then let it lie in a quiet, though close, hold. It was such a little hand, so seemingly powerless in his. He knew those fingers could hit typewriter keys, hours on end; but to-night he thought it was a hand which needed to be held in just such a firm gra…