How well I knew the curiosity that made her so intent to gain admission to me.

It was not so much that I dreaded being a spectacle, as the horror and hatred I felt at being approached by her coldness and hypocrisy, while I was so sore and wounded.

I was hardly responsible; I don't think I could have borne the touch of her hand.
But Richard saved me, and sent her away angry.

I crept back to the bed, and lay down on it again.

I heard the others whispering as they passed through the hall.