But it was only for a moment that she could be altogether the Grizel of old.

She turned to take a long, last look at him; but the wofulness of herself was what she saw.

She cried, with infinite pathos, "Oh, how could you hurt your Grizel so!" He controlled himself and let her go.

His freedom was fawning on him, licking his hands and face, and in that madness he actually let Grizel go.

It was not until she was out of sight that he gave utterance to a harsh laugh.