HEARTS IN EXILE BY JOHN OXENHAM TORONTO: HENRY FROWDE LONDON: HODDER AND STOUGHTON [Illustration: Title page] TO EVERY HEART IN EXILE THIS BOOK OF HOPE IS INSCRIBED IN THE SURE AND CERTAIN FAITH THAT LOVE STILL KNOWS THE WAY. Contents CHAPTER I HOW HOPE SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR LOVE OF THE PEOPLE CHAPTER II HOW ONE WENT FORTH ALONE CHAPTER III HOW ONE WENT TO THE COUNTRY AND ONE WENT OUT OF IT CHAPTER IV HOW ONE FOUND HIMSELF IN HADES CHAPTER V HOW TWO MET IN HADES CHAPTER VI HOW THE WHITE SEEDS GREW CHAPTER VII HOW THE SEEDS BORE FRUIT AND FLOWER CHAPTER VIII HOW HOPE WRESTLED WITH SATAN AND GOT HER OWN WAY CHAPTER IX HOW HOPE SHORTENED THE LONG ROAD CHAPTER X HOW THREE PASSED WITHOUT MEETING CHAPTER XI HOW HOPE FOUND LESS THAN SHE EXPECTED AND MORE CHAPTER XII HOW HOPE CAME SLOWLY BACK CHAPTER XIII HOW HOPE GOT GLIMPSE OF HELL CHAPTER XIV HOW THEY LIVED TOGETHER AND YET APART CHAPTER XV HOW PAVLOF LEARNED HARD LESSONS CHAPTER XVI HOW THEY SAT SIDE BY SIDE WITH A GULF BETWEEN CHAPTER XVII HOW PAUL FOUGHT THE TERROR AND MADE A FRIEND CHAPTER XVIII HOW THE NEWS CAME THAT DREW THEM TOGETHER CHAPTER XIX HOW HOPE IMPOSED HER WILL UPON HIM CHAPTER XX HOW THE TIME CAME TO AN END CHAPTER XXI HOW THEIR CUP BRIMMED FULL CHAPTER XXII HOW THE CUP SPILLED CHAPTER XXIII HOW ONE CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD CHAPTER XXIV HOW THEY PREPARED TO GO WITH HIM CHAPTER XXV HOW THEY STRUCK A FRIEND CHAPTER XXVI HOW THEY FOUGHT IN THE CLEFT CHAPTER XXVII HOW THREE CAME HOME AND ONE WENT FURTHER CHAPTER XXVIII HOW SOKOLOF PAID HIS DEBT CHAPTER I HOW HOPE SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR LOVE OF THE PEOPLE "You think she will be in in a few minutes, Marya?" "Assuredly. She is past her time now," said the old woman. "She may have called somewhere," said the young man, and glanced doubtfully at her. "Sit down, Paul Ivanuitch," she said, in a more than simply hospitable tone, "and I will get you some tea. She cannot be many minutes now." The old woman nodded knowingly to herself as she went down the passage. The young man sat down for a moment, and then jumped up and began to wander restlessly about the room. How could any man sit still when all his future happiness was in the balance, and when he had good reason to know that the hand that held the scales was no ordinary hand, and might let itself be swayed by no ordinary feelings? Straight and tall, and spare of figure; deep-set, trustworthy eyes, dark like his hair; frank, thoughtful face, high in the cheek-bones and lean in the cheeks, so that at times one could follow or even anticipate his feelings by the curves and lines that came and went there, Paul Pavlof was distinctly attractive to look upon.