"Have no fear," she said, with a trembling, crooked smile; "there is only one thing to be done now, and I shall do it.

All the blame is mine.

You shall not be deprived of your self-respect." He had not been asking for his freedom; but he heard it running to him now, and he knew that if he answered nothing he would be whistling it back for ever.

A madness to be free at any cost swept over him.

He let go his hold on self-respect, and clapped his hand on freedom.
He answered nothing, and the one thing for her to do was to go; and she did it.