"Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly. "Then you ought to be thankful to me for the warning. "
"All right; and thank you. The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown
out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east. He grunted, and his
grip gave. She thought of him as
always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and
service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an
infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. No one will ever love you as I love you now. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much
harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of
affection. ‘It is
precisely that point over which Melusine and I fell out. I know of
scandalous deeds which he has done.
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