"You?
My God, is it you ?" He dropped to his knees before her, peering into her startled eyes.

A look of abject terror crossed the tired, tear-stained face.

She shrank away from him, shivering, whimpering like a cowed child.
"What is it?
Where am I ?" she moaned.

"Oh, let me go! What have I done, that you should bring me here?
Let me go, Mr.King! You are not so wicked as--" "I?
I bring you here ?" he interrupted, aghast.

Then he understood.