Because--" Her little trick of looking at him so steadily, as if there was something inside him which she was trying to see more clearly, made him feel more helplessly than ever her slave.

It was as if, in those moments, she forgot that he was of flesh and blood, and was looking into his heart to see what was there before she gave voice to things.
And then she said, still twisting her braid between her slim fingers, "You would find it--perhaps--because you are one who would not give up easily.

Shall I tell you why I came to see you at Doctor Cardigan's?
It was curiosity, at first--largely that.

Just why or how I was interested in the man you freed is one of the things I can not tell you.

And I can not tell you why I came to the Landing.