threw
his arm over her and drew her tight to him. His lips found hers in a long
kiss--clung in ecstasy for another, and another.

Her arms went about his neck. He felt as though her soul had passed from
her lips to his own.

"My lover!" she whispered. "I think I have always cared."

"O, Girl, Girl!" He could utter no more.

With a faint sigh she said: "I am glad it is to be together." She sat up,
still holding his hand. "If it need be at all," she added, a new firmness
in her voice.

"If it need be at all!" Orme searched his mind again for some promise of
escape from this prison which had been so suddenly glorified for them.
The smooth, unbreakable walls; the thin seam of the door; the
thermometer. Why had he not thought of it before? The thermometer!

With an exclamation, he leaped to his feet.

"What is it?" she cried.

"A chance! A small chance--but still a chance!"

He found his way to the handle of the door, which his first attempt at
escape had taught him was not connected with the outer knob. Then he
located the covering which protected the coils of the thermometer.

Striking with his heel, he tried to break the metal grating. It would not
yield. Again and again he threw his weight into the blows, but without
effect.

At last he remembered his pocket-knife. Thrusting one end of it through
the grating, he prodded at the glass coils within. There was a tinkling
sound. He had succeeded.

He groped his way back to the girl and seated himself beside her. With
the confession of their love, a new hope had sprung up in them. They
might still be freed, and, though the air was becoming stifling, neither
of them believed that a joy as great as theirs could be born to live but
a few hours.

For the hundredth time he was saying: "I can't believe that we have known
each other only one day."

"And even now," she mused, "you don't know my name. Do you want me to
tell you?"

"Not until you are ready."

"Then wait. It will all come in due form. Someone will say, 'Mr. Orme,
Miss----.'"

"The name doesn't matter," said Orme. "To me you will always be
just--Girl."

The joyous moments rushed by. She had crept close to him again, and with
her head on his shoulder, was saying: "There is so much for us to tell
each other."

"There seems to be only one thing to say now." He kissed her tenderly.

"Oh, but there is much more."

"Where shall we begin?" asked Orme.

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