But she did not care what he did or what they said of him. She loved him, and as she moved forward now in the darkness her body ached for his arms and her mouth for his rough kisses, for the hands that held her so urgently and the harsh voice that broke under his passion.
She was now on the path that ran all round the circle of hills in a great horseshoe, barred at each end by the steel fence, with its close mesh.
She laughed a little to herself. That was her special secret, shared only with Pierre, who had been so clever and contrived it all. For these two had made a gap in the fence unknown to any one. It had taken Pierre two days with wire cutters and a file. He had cut a little flap in the mesh, and when she lifted it up he could crawl through to her. In the daytime no one would ever
