She uttered no cry of appeal or dread, and Liz and the child slept on inside, as quietly as before. It was the light-falling rain and the cool morning air that roused her. She came to herself at last, feeling sick and dizzy, and conscious of a fierce pain in her bruised temple. She managed to rise to her feet and stand, leaning against the rough gate-post. She had borne such blows before, but she never felt her humiliation so bitterly as she did at this moment. She laid her brow upon her hand, which rested on the gate, and broke into heavy sobs. “I shall bear th' mark for mony a day,” she said. “I mun hide mysen away. I could na bear fur _him_ to see it, even tho' I getten it fur his sake.” CHAPTER XXV - The Old Danger It had been some time since Derrick on his nightly walks homeward had been conscious of the presence of the silent figure; but the very night after the occurrence narrated in the last chapter, he was startled at his first turning into the Knoll Road by recognizing Joan. There was a pang to him in the discovery. Her silent presence seemed only to widen the distance Fate had placed between them. She was ready to shield him from danger, but she held herself apart from him even in doing so. She followed her own path as if she were a creature of a different world,--a world so separated from his own that nothing could ever bridge the gulf between them. To-night, Derrick was seized with an intense longing to speak to the girl. He had forborne for her sake before, but to-night he was in one of those frames of mind in which a man is selfish, and is apt to let his course be regulated by his impulse. Why should he not speak, after all? If there was danger for him there was danger for her, and it was absurd that he should not show her that he was not afraid. Why should she interpose her single strength between himself and the vengeance of a man of whom he had had the best in their only encounter? As soon as they had reached the more unfrequented part of the road, he wheeled round suddenly, and spoke. “Joan,” he said. He saw that she paused and hesitated, and he made up his mind more strongly. He took a few impetuous steps toward her, and seeing this, she addressed him hurriedly. “Dunnot stop,” she said. “If--if yo' want to speak to me, I'll go along wi' yo'.” “You think I'm in danger?” He could not see her face, but her voice told him that her usual steady composure was shaken--it was almost like the voice of another woman. “Yo' nivver wur i' more danger i' yo're loife.” “The old danger?” “Th' old danger, as is worse to be feared now than ivver.” “And you!” he broke out. “_You_ interpose yourself between that danger and me!” His fire seemed to communicate itself to her.