Chapter 12 No.12

The canoe ran among the reeds, with its bow to the shore. Philip's astonishment still held him motionless.

"A little while ago you asked me if I would tell you anything but-but-the truth," he stammered, trying to find words to express himself, "and this-"

"Is the truth," interrupted Jeanne, a little coolly. "Why should I tell you an untruth,