This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1910 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIII "Ivory--my dear--my dear--if ever there was need for you to pull yourself together, do so now, for the sake of our love and the years that lie ahead, and because it"s not in you or me to be beaten--because we simply won"t be beaten." Allen bent over Ivory as she lay on the ground and tried to pull her to her feet. She opened her eyes vaguely, and he saw a faint gleam of consciousness lurking in their blue depths--a little spark that his words helped to fan into startled flame. "Allen--I--I"ll try to be brave--but I"m so frightened, oh, so terribly frightened. And the faintness--the deadly faintness" She staggered up and he could hear how her teeth chattered, and he longed to comfort the poor little drenched shivering creature. But he dared not say a word that might cause Ivory to break down. He must brace her up, encourage her cheerfully, laugh with a wry face at difficulties, whilst he yearned to snatch his beloved to the close shelter of his arms and cover her cold, trembling lips with kisses. "There"s a sensible Ivory. You"re not going to be one of the silly women who faint at the wrong moment. You"ve got a lion"s heart in your small body, and the storm is not so violent as it was, I think." A startlingly vivid flash of lightning contradicted the overbold utterance, and Ivory gave a low, gasping cry, then turned to beat at the locked waggon house door with her shaking hands. Allen pulled her gently away. "No--no--that will do no good. Come, child, think. Is there no other place where we might take shelter for an hour or so? What about this queer erection jutting out from the waggon house--made of stone, isn"t it?" "That"s the fuel house," Ivory gasped out. "We might try the door. Oh, my God, my God, I"m so terrified!" She clung to his arm wh...