CHAPTER XV

WHICH CONCERNS ITSELF WITH NOTHING IN PARTICULAR Eve-Ann was coming along the shady cart track, moving with that lithe and gracious case which spoke of youth and the long, smooth action of vigorous young limbs. And sitting in his ditch, Sir Marmaduke watched her as he might the graceful wheel and poise of skimming swallow, the fleet bound of fallow deer in his own park, the effortless motion of fish aglimmer in pellucid depths--or any other beautiful thing, until becoming aware of the large basket she bore, he ros…