Nowhere can not find - The great e

Browne leaned against the opposite railing, looking down into the valley. The soft night wind fanned her face, bringing to her nostrils the scent of the fragrant forest. She had a feeling of dread-a numb, sweet feeling that she could not explain, except that under the great e of it lay the proud consciousness that he was a man who had courage, a man who was not afraid. She turned her gaze away from the blinking light in the hills, a queer, guilty the great e on her lips.