He was always the strong man--even then--ruthless, determined.

It was strange that he should have loved such a gentle timid creature, though that, perhaps, was not so strange as a man like Robert Turold loving any woman.

But love her he did.
"She had a great capacity for affection--she was one of those women who have to love, and be loved.

Her guileless face, her appealing eyes, seemed to beseech the protection of a masculine shield in a world which has no mercy for the weak.

She was born to be guided, to be led.