The woman he had left to drown had been ever before his eyes; the avenging Furies in pursuit.

This was the torture in his soul that had led him to many a mad challenge of Death, who always scorned his defiance.

Yes, I knew all that he could tell me.
But we went on talking.

There were a few points I wanted cleared up.
Why should he have kept up a correspondence with Gedge?
"I only wrote one foolish angry letter," he replied.
And I told him how Sir Anthony had thrown it unread into the fire.
Gedge's nocturnal waylaying of him in my front garden was another unsuccessful attempt to tighten the screw.

Like Randall and myself, he had no fear of Gedge.
Of Sir Anthony he could not speak.