It found apparently little to reassure her, and she moved away with a passionate toss of her drapery.

Rowland thought with horror of the sinister compulsion to which the young girl was to be subjected.

In this ethereal flight of hers there was a certain painful effort and tension of wing; but it was none the less piteous to imagine her being rudely jerked down to the base earth she was doing her adventurous utmost to spurn.

She would need all her magnanimity for her own trial, and it seemed gross to make further demands upon it on Roderick's behalf.
Rowland took up his hat.

"You asked a while ago if I had come to help you," he said.