You yourself must have shrunk from its touch." She caught and held it fast to her lips.
"Can I forget that it saved my life?
I don't understand you at all, but I see that I have frozen your heart.

I did fancy for one moment you would strike, as passionate men and women often do strike provoking girls, perhaps forgetting your own strength; and I knew you would be miserable if you did hurt her--in that way.

The next moment I was ashamed, more than you will believe, to have wronged you so.

Like every man, from the head of a household to the Arch-Judge or the Campta, you must rule by fear.

But your wrath _will_ 'stand to cool;' and you will hate to make a girl cry as you would hate to send a criminal to the electric-rack, the lightning-stroke, or the vivisection-table.