Chapter 30
At that Mary, who stood with her hand on the latch, whirled and
stood wide-eyed, her astonishment greater than her fear, for that
whisper told her a thousand things.
Through her mind all the time that she stayed in the cabin there
had passed a curious surmise that this very place might be the
covert of Pierre le Rouge. There was a fatality about it, for the
invisible Power which had led her up the valley of the Old Crow
surely would not make mistakes.
In her search for Pierre, Providence brought her to this place,
and Providence could not be wrong. This, a vague emotion stirring
in her somewhere between reason and the heart, grew to an almost
certain knowledge as she heard the whisper, the faint, heartbroken
whisper: "Pierre!"
And when she turned to the boy again,
