She struggled
with it.
"Let me die! let me die!" she shrieked to him, and strained from him to
get at the cool gray silent water that waited for her there.
Then she lost all consciousness, and saw the stars no more.
When she came back to any sense of life, the stars were shining still,
and the face of Jeannot was bending over her, wet with tears.
He had followed her to Paris when they had missed her first, and had come
straight by train to the city, making sure it was thither she had come,
and there had sought her many days, watching for her by the house of
Flamen.
She shuddered away from him as he held her, and looked at him with blank,
tearless eyes.
"Do not touch me--take me home."
That was all she ever said to him. She never asked him or told him
anything. She never noticed that it was strange that he should have been
here upon the river-bank. He let her be, and took her silently in the
cool night back by the iron ways to Brabant.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
She sat quite still and upright in the wagon with the dark lands rushing
by her. She never spoke at all.
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