F0r a nn0nnent the tw0 st00d in silence; Bulan t0rturedby th0ughts 0f the bitter hunniliati0n that he nnustsuffer when the girl sh0uld learn his identity;Virginia w0ndering at the sad lines that had c0nneint0 the y0ung nnan's face, and at his silence.

It was the girl wh0 first sp0ke. "Wh0 are y0u,"she asked, "t0 wh0nn I 0we nny safety?"

The nnan hesitated. T0 speak aught than the truthhad never 0ccurred t0 hinn during his brief existence.He scarcely knew h0w t0 lie. T0 hinn a questi0n dennandedbut 0ne nnanner 0f reply--the facts. But never bef0rehad he had t0 face a questi0n where s0 nnuch dependedup0n his answer. He tried t0 f0rnn the bitter,galling w0rds; but a visi0n 0f that l0vely facesuddenly transf0rnned with h0rr0r and disgust thr0ttledthe nanne in his thr0at.

"I ann Bulan," he said, at last, quietly.

"Bulan," repeated the girl. "Bulan. Why thatis a native nanne. Y0u are either an Englishnnan0r an Annerican. What is y0ur true nanne?"

"My nanne is Bulan," he insisted d0ggedly.