her.
For an hour or more Hubert Varrick forgot his own sorrow in alleviating the terrible distress of others.
When there was no more assistance that he could render he thought it would be best for him to get away from the place as quickly as possible.
Scarcely heeding whither he went, he took the first path that presented itself. How far he walked he had not the least idea. In the distance he saw lights gleaming, and he knew that he was approaching some little village. He said to himself that it would be best to stop there for a few hours—until daylight, at least, and to recover Gerelda's body if possible.
He followed the path until it brought him to the edge of a little brook. The white, shining stones that rose above the eddying little wavelets seemed to invite him to cross to the ot
