His old self-confident look seemed strangely past away.
"I will tell _you_" he said, "because I love you.

I don't like to show it to them; but I've been frightened, Grace, for the first time in my life." She paused for an explanation; but she did not straggle to escape from him.
"Frightened; beat; run to earth myself, though I talked so bravely of running others to earth just now.

Grace, I've been in prison!" "In prison?
In a Russian prison?
Oh, Mr.Thurnall!" "Ay, Grace, I'd tried everything but that; and I could not stand it.
Death was a joke to that.

Not to be able to get out!--To rage up and down for hours like a wild beast; long to fly at one's gaoler and tear his heart out;--beat one's head against the wall in the hope of knocking one's brains out;--anything to get rid of that horrid notion, night and day over one--I can't get out!" Grace had never seen him so excited.
"But you are safe now," said she soothingly.

"Oh, those horrid Russians!" "But it was not Russians!--If it had been, I could have borne it .-- That was all in my bargain,--the fair chance of war: but to be shut up by a mistake!--at the very outset, too--by a boorish villain of a khan, on a drunken suspicion;--a fellow whom I was trying to serve, and who couldn't, or wouldn't, or daren't understand me--Oh, Grace, I was caught in my own trap! I went out full blown with self-conceit.