He had swept her off her feet, before now, by boyish ardour: her humility, the marvel of being loved, had aided him; but hitherto in her heart she had always felt her own character to be the stronger.

Now he challenged her on woman's own ground--that of self-abnegation; he commanded her to his own hurt, he towered above her.

She had never dreamed of a love like this.

Beaten, despairing for him, yet proud as she had never been in her life, she held her breath.
Corporal Zeally was merely bewildered.

His was a deliberate mind and had hatched out the night's catastrophe after incubating it for weeks.
Unconvinced by Polly's explanation of her meeting with M.Raoul at the Nursery gate, he had nursed a dull jealousy and set himself to watch, and had dogged his man down at length with the slow cunning of a yokel bred of a line of poachers.