I had foolishly thought to escape one evil, and you made me realize that I was rushing into a worse.

You saved me from myself.

You may have made me suffer then; but it was a healing hurt you dealt me.
And should I bear you an ill-will for that ?" He had risen from his knee.

He stood apart, pondering her from under bent brows with eyes that were full of angry fire.
"I do not think," she ended, "that there needs more between us.

I have understood you, sir, since that day at Maidstone--I think we were strangers until then; and perhaps now you may begin to understand me.
Fare you well, my lord." She made shift to go, but he barred her passage now in earnest, his hands clenched beside him in witness of the violence he did himself to keep them there.