Within here all was quiet.

He knew perfectly that two things strove within her, her loyalty to her faith and her hatred of those crimes in the name of justice.

As he looked on her he saw that these two were at death grips, that hatred was prevailing, and that she herself was little more than a passive battlefield.

Then, as with a long-drawn howl of a wolf, there surged and sank the voices of the mob a mile away, the tension broke....

She threw herself forward towards him, he caught her by the wrists, and so she rested, clasped in his arms, her face and bosom on his knees, and her whole body torn by emotion.
For a full minute neither spoke.