The things we do!

In peace, if you please: it
would be much better."
"But, my God!" she exclaimed, pausing in her walk up and down.
"You speak as though you meant these things! Could it be there,
out there--beyond the great river--yes, my other jailer told me
that we were not to stop this side! I suppose you are my new
keeper, then, and not my friend? Duty again, and not chivalry! Is
that what you mean?"
"I hardly know what I mean," he answered miserably. "I like all
this no better than yourself. But let us begin with what is
certain. Each hour, each day I may be able to hold you here is
that much gained. I can't let you go."
"Most excellent! You begin well. But I shall not submit to such
insults longer. Such treatment is new to me. It shall not go
unrevenged. Nor shall it continue now."
"It is too late!" he broke in. "I know how much I have taken leave
of my own self-respect, but there are times when one takes leave of
everything--cares for nothing that lies between him and one
purpose.


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