Come, Baron," I said, "can we not yet speak frankly ?" But he was silent for a moment, a fact which was in itself proof that my pointed argument had caused him to reconsider his intention of sending me under escort back to that castle of terror.
If my journey there was in order to meet my love, I would not have cared.

It was the ignorance of her whereabouts or of her fate that held me in such deep, all-consuming anxiety.

Each hour that passed increased my fond and tender affection for her.

And yet what irony of circumstance! She had been cruelly snatched from me at the very moment that freedom had been ours.
I think it was well that I assumed that air of defiance with the man who had ground Finland beneath his heel.

He was unused to it.