I wanted you. I'll never in all my life cease to want you. Who
you are or what you are is nothing to me."
[Illustration: "I'll never in all my life cease to want you."]
"But what is the right thing to do now?" he resumed, after a time.
"Parole? Hostage? I don't need to tell you I'm the prisoner now.
My future, my character, are absolutely in your hands. The fact
that I have insulted a woman can be proved. It is with you, what
revenge you will take. As a lawyer, I point out to you that the
courts are open. You easily can obtain redress there against
Warville Dunwody. And your relatives or friends will of course
hold me accountable."
"Then you fear me?"
"No. What comes, comes. I am afraid of no one in the world but my
own self. I fear only the dread of facing life--of looking about
me here, in my own home, and not seeing, not hearing you.
"But you haven't told me what you wish," he added; raising his eyes
at last; "nor what you intend to do. Tell me, when will your
lawyers call on me?"
"Never at all," she answered at last.
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