Had he done right to let him go?
Should he not have killed him, as he would have exterminated a serpent?
For Rossland had exulted; he was of Graham's flesh and desires, a part of his foul soul, a defiler of womanhood and the one who had bargained to make possible the opportunity for an indescribable crime.

It was not too late.

He could still overtake him, out there in the hollows of the tundra-- The pressure on his arm tightened.

He looked down.

Mary Standish had seen what was in his face, and there was something in her calmness that brought him to himself.