17/20 But it was not the ascendant' voice. It growled underneath, much like the deadly beast at Carinthia's gown while she stood:--an image of her to dominate the princeliest of men. Fleetwood consented to tell himself that he had not yet performed the deeds. A man may outrun us; it is the fortune of war. Eclipsed behind the skirts of a woman waving her upraised hands, with, 'Back, pray!'-- no, that ignominy is too horribly abominable! Be sure, the situation will certainly recur in some form; will constantly recur. |