He rode with Beverly every fair day and he looked
at her window by night from afar off in the sombre
barracks. She could not dissipate the feeling that he
knew her to be other than the princess, although he
betrayed himself by no word or sign. She was en-



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joying the fun of it too intensely to expose it to
the risk of destruction by revealing her true identity
to him. Logically, that would mean the end of
everything. No doubt he felt the same and kept his
counsel. But the game could not last forever, that
was certain. A month or two more, and Beverly
would have to think of the return to Washington.
