Please do not ask more.' 'I won't.

Of course your opinion of me is worse than ever.

That doesn't matter much .-- If you could kill as easily as you can drive a man mad, I would ask you to still have pity on me .-- I'm forgetting: you want me to go first, so that you can lock up the garden .-- Good-bye!' He did not offer his hand, but cast one look at her, a look Emily never forgot, and walked quickly away.
Emily could not start at once homewards.

When it was certain that Dagworthy had left the garden, she seated herself; she had need of rest and of solitude to calm her thoughts.

Her sensation was that of having escaped a danger, the dread of which thrilled in her.