Now go, please." Tenderly, he led her to the foot of the stairs.

The house man was just returning from the locking of the upstairs shutters.
To him Brice gave the order for coffee to be taken to her room and for one of the maids to attend her there.
As she passed dazedly up the stairs, Gavin stood over the broken giant who still sat inert and huddled in his chair, face in hands.
"Buck up!" said Brice, impatiently.

"If you can grieve for a man who made you his slave and--" "Grieve for him ?" repeated Standish, raising his haggard face.
"Grieve for him?
I thank God he's dead.

I hated him as I never hated any one else or thought I could hate any one! I hated him as we hate the man in whose power we are and who uses us as helpless pawns in his dirty game.

I'd have killed him long ago, if I had had the nerve, and if he hadn't made me believe he had a charmed life.