CHAPTER XXXI.
ANATOLE AND EUGENE FIND HAPPINESS.
As winter passed away Eugene and Anatole were able once more to leave their cavern and look after getting a fresh supply of food.
Eugene was not of so much use to Anatole as she had been the summer before, yet she would not be left behind, a deep tenderness filled her whole being, also a fear to be left alone and a dread lest he might be hurt in any of his adventures.
"I could not live if anything happened to you, my darling—so you must be careful for our sake."
Anatole kissed her fondly and promised that he would not recklessly risk his precious life.
They had resumed again their childhood's custom of saying their prayers night and morning, and this old and nearly-forgotten habit gave them a new interest in life, and seemed to bring them closer together. It was no longer merely a passion and adoration of the body but a spirit of tenderness that drew them by a thousand unseen fibres soul to soul.
"How I wish we had a prayer book here, Anatole,
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