"I feel," she said slowly, "as if I were pursued by a remorseless fate." "You ?" he questioned.

"This had nothing to do with you." She leaned against him.

"Wherever I go, trouble follows.

Haven't you noticed it?
It seems as if--as if--whichever way I turn--a flaming sword is stretched out, barring the way." Her voice suddenly quivered.

"I know why,--oh, yes, I know why.