And fight he would--it was the end for which a man was born--that he might overcome and so justify the spirit about the brute.
Her hand hung at her side, and taking it in his, he slipped it under his arm with a possessive air, while she made to Brady some hurried excuses in a trembling voice.

For a moment still she hung back, but Adams drew her gently with him, and after the first few steps, she recovered herself and walked rapidly to the waiting carriage.

Inside she shrank back immediately into a corner from which, when they had rolled off, she sent forth a nervous question.

"What is it?
Tell me what it is ?" she asked.
The tremor that shook her limbs, her utter helplessness before him, touched his heart with a compassion beside which his old emotion for her showed as a small and trivial thing.

All that was divine in him awoke and responded to the horror that looked from her face, and he felt suddenly that until this instant he had never loved her.