She was weeping now. ” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. " "What is it?" asked the poor woman. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. And you are something of a heroine, too.