"Yes, I will," replied Thornton. "I have made up my mind. Nothing can
stop me but--death."
"There is one other thing that can stop you, and will, m'sieur," said
Jan as quietly as before. "I, Jan Thoreau, will stop you."
Thornton rose slowly, staring down into Jan's face. The flush about
his eyes grew deeper.
"I will stop you," repeated Jan, rising also. "And I am not death."
He went to Thornton and placed his two hands upon his shoulders, and
in his eyes there glowed now that gentle light which had made Thornton
love him as he had loved no other man on earth.
"M'sieur, I will stop you," he said again, speaking as though to a
brother. "Sit down. I am going to tell you something. And when I have
told you this you will take my hand, and you will say, 'Jan Thoreau, I
thank the Great God that something like this has happened before, and
that it has come to my ears in time to save the one I love.' Sit down,
m'sieur."
CHAPTER XXVII
JAN'S STORY
Jan had aged five years during those two hours in the office of the
sub-commissioner; he aged now as Thornton looked at him. There came
the same tired, hopeless glow into his eyes, the same tense lines in
his face. And yet, quickly, he changed as he had not changed on that
afternoon.
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