I was wrong to let you be tempted," he said.

"Forgive me!" She looked again at the boat and at the sea, and then, in the stayed subdued manner that had become too habitual to her, she said to O'Shea: "I will go home now.

Dr.Simpson is right.

I cannot go." O'Shea was too clever a man to make an effort to hold what he knew to be lost; he let go her rein, and she rode up the path that led to the island road.

When she was gone O'Shea turned upon Caius with a look of mingled scorn and loathing.
"Ye're afraid of Le Maitre coming after ye," he hissed; "or ye have a girl at home, and would foind it awkward to bring her and madam face to face; so ye give her up, the most angel woman that ever trod this earth, to be done to death by a beast, because ye're afraid for yer own skin.
Bah! I had come to think better of ye." With that he cut at the horse with a stick he had in his hand, and the creature, wholly unaccustomed to such pain and indignity, dashed along the shore, by chance turning homeward.