It was a miracle that I escaped, and the miracle must have been worked by your cross; do you remember ?" He shuddered.

"The cross--for every good fortune it has brought me, it has brought bad luck to others.

I'll throw it away, now--and then--no, it makes no difference.

We are done for." "Pierre!" "Don't you see, Mary, or are you still blind as I was ever since I saw you tonight?
It's all in that name--Pierre." "There's nothing in it, Pierre, that I don't love." His head was bowed as if with the weight of the words which he foresaw.

"You have heard of the wild men of the mountains, and the long-riders ?" He knew that she nodded, though she could not speak.
"I am Red Pierre." "_You_!" "Yes." Yet he had the courage to raise his head and watch her shrink with horror.