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They returned to San Salvador the next day. The sun had set when they reached the town, and the streets were full. Elena and Dylar dismounted at the college; but Dylar insisted that Tacita should ride to the Arcade, and he walked there by her side. She made her little progress with a blushing modesty, ashamed of being the only person in town who was not on foot.
At the door of the Arcade Dylar took leave.
“I am sure that you will not go to the assembly this evening,” he said, “and I shall not go. Rest yourself well, and to-morrow I will take you to hear one of our story-tellers. To-night I—I want to remember!”
He murmured the words lowly as he lifted her from the saddle, and she answered them with a little half sigh. She also wanted to remember.
Supper was over; and she and Elena h
