quite lost his head..

on his honour! never again!' Once in the roadway, and Copsley visible, she checked her arrowy pace for breath, and almost commiserated the dejected wretch in her thankfulness to him for silence.

Nothing exonerated him, but at least he had the grace not to beg secresy.

That would have been an intolerable whine of a poltroon, adding to her humiliation.

He abstained; he stood at her mercy without appealing.
She was not the woman to take poor vengeance.