Will you come back--my husband ?" Dominey's nails cut into the flesh of his clenched hands.
"I will come back within three days," he promised.
"Do you know," she went on confidentially, "something has come into my mind lately.

I spoke about it yesterday, but I did not tell you what it was.

You need never be afraid of me any more.

I understand." "What do you understand ?" he demanded huskily.
"The knowledge must have come to me," she went on, dropping her voice a little and whispering almost in his ear, "at the very moment when my dagger rested upon your throat, when I suddenly felt the desire to kill die away.

You are very like him sometimes, but you are not Everard.