He hoped she would not feel shy of him at seeing him again.

He hoped she would not thank him.
The door, no longer locked, was suddenly opened, and the head warder deferentially ushered in a visitor.
A tall, dark man in a tri-coloured sash came in, and the warder withdrew.
The man bowed and looked with fixity at Michael, who stared back at him, dazed and confused.

Where had he seen that face before?
Ah! _He remembered!_ "I perceive that you have not forgotten me," said the Delegato.

"It was I who arrested you.

It was to me that you confessed to the murder of the Marchese di Maltagliala." "I remember." "I never was able to reach any certainty that you were really guilty," continued the Delegato.