Much brooding has made him mad upon this matter--a fanatic whose gospel is Vengeance, and, like all fanatics, he is harsh and intolerant when resisted on the point of his fanaticism.

This is something I have come to realize in these past days, when I lay with naught else to do but ponder.
"In all things else he sees as deep and clear as any man; in this his vision is distorted.

He has looked at nothing else for thirty years; can you wonder that his sight is blurred ?" "He is to be pitied then," she said, "deeply to be pitied." "True.

And because I pitied him, because I valued his regard-however mistaken he might be--above all else, I was hesitating again--this time between my duty to myself and my duty to him.

I was so hesitating--though I scarce can doubt which had prevailed in the end--when came this sword-thrust so very opportunely to put me out of case of doing one thing or the other." "But now that you are well again ?" she asked.
"Now that I am well again--I thank Heaven that it will be too late.