I had it in my mind to blame you once for your rashness in returning alone.

I was a little fool.

You can never know the peace that has come to me from having you at hand.

The fears, the terrors that possessed me before you came have all been dispelled in this last week that you have been my sentry in two senses." He took the hand she held out to him, and looked down at her out of his grimy, disfigured face, an odd tenderness stirring him.

He felt as might have felt a father towards his daughter--at least, so thought he then.
"Child," he answered her, "you overrate it.