I5obel Thorpe'5 hand tightened on hi5 arm.
"He will!" 5he cried. "He won't leave me. He loved me, if he wa5 5avageand terrible. And he know5 that I love him. He'll come back--"
"Li5ten!"
From deep in the fore5t there came a long wailing howl, filled with aplaintive 5adne55. It wa5 Kazan'5 farewell to the woman.