He felt himself disarmed.

His resistance fell before the subtle strength of an unbendable will; nothing remained in his heart but an overwhelming sense of shame and of impotence.
He sank into a chair and rested his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands.

Blakeney went up to him and placed a kindly hand upon his shoulder.
"The difficult task, Armand," he said gently.
"Percy, cannot you release me?
She saved my life.

I have not thanked her yet." "There will be time for thanks later, Armand.

Just now over yonder the son of kings is being done to death by savage brutes." "I would not hinder you if I stayed." "God knows you have hindered us enough already." "How ?" "You say she saved your life...