It was worse for her than for me.

She kneeled down and screamed out as if she was crazy, that she would give him what he wanted if he would stop." "Wait," said Betty, drawing in her breath sharply.

"'He,' is Sir Nigel?
And he wanted something." He nodded again "Tell me," she demanded, "has he ever struck her ?" "Once," he answered slowly, "before I was born--he struck her and she fell against something.

That is why I am like this." And he touched his shoulder.
The feeling which surged through Betty Vanderpoel's being forced her to go and stand with her face turned towards the windows, her hands holding each other tightly behind her back.
"I must keep still," she said.

"I must make myself keep still." She spoke unconsciously half aloud, and Ughtred heard her and replied hurriedly.
"Yes," he said, "you must make yourself keep still.