my voice was alarming; it cooled and cautioned me. I sought little stones. I crept back to throw them. Ah God! her form eclipsed that lighted slit in the gray stone tower. I heard her weeping high above me at her window.
“Eva! Eva!”
There was a pause, and then a little cry of gladness.
“Is it Mr. Cole?” came in an eager whisper through her tears.
“Yes! yes! I was outside the window. I heard everything.”
“They will hear you!” she cried softly,
my voice was alarming; it cooled and cautioned me. I sought little stones. I crept back to throw them. Ah God! her form eclipsed that lighted slit in the gray stone tower. I heard her weeping high above me at her window.
“Eva! Eva!”
There was a pause, and then a little cry of gladness.
“Is it Mr. Cole?” came in an eager whisper through her tears.
“Yes! yes! I was outside the window. I heard everything.”
“They will hear you!” she cried softly,
