He withheld his hand and she dropped hers, hurt and strangely vexed.

"Don't you care for my approval?
Or do you--" "You forget, Princess, that my hands are still suffering from the bravery you would laud," he said, holding them resolutely behind his back.
"Oh, I remember!" she cried in quick comprehension.

"They were cut and bruised by the rope.

How thoughtless of me.

What are you doing for them?
Come, Mr.Chase, may I not dress them for you?
I am capable--I am not afraid of wounds.