Here, as I talk to you, I feel, with no doubt whatever, that the end of your bold exploit is near.

Can you not see that?
Ah yes, you must, you must! Take my horses to-night, leave here, and come back no more; and so none of us shall feel sorrow in thinking of the time when Valmond came to Pontiac." Variable, accusing, she had suddenly shown him something beyond caprice, beyond accident of mood or temper.

The true woman had spoken; all outer modish garments had dropped away from her real nature, and showed its abundant depth and sincerity.

All that was roused in him this moment was never known; he never could tell it; there were eternal spaces between them.

She had been speaking to him just now with no personal sentiment.
She was only the lover of honest things, the friend, the good ally, obliged to flee a cause for its terrible unsoundness, yet trying to prevent wreck and ruin.
He arose and turned his head away for an instant, her eloquence had been so moving.