I mean the life and welfare of its master, Mrs.Daniels." "Ha, what is that ?" quoth Mr.Blake.

"It was to save me, you consented to follow them ?" "Yes; what else would have led me to such an action?
They might have killed me, I would not have cared, but when they began to utter threats against you--" "Mrs.Blake," exclaimed Mrs.Daniels, catching hold of her mistress's uplifted hand, and pointing to a scar that slightly disfigured her white arm a little above the wrist, "Mrs.Blake, what's that ?" A pink flush, the first I had seen on her usually pale countenance, rose for an instant to her cheeks, and she seemed to hesitate.
"It was not there when I last saw you, Mrs.Blake." "No," was the slow reply, "I found myself forced that night to inflict upon myself a little wound.

It is nothing, let it go." "No, Luttra I cannot let it go," said her husband, advancing towards her with something like gentle command.

"I must hear not only about this but all the other occurrences of that night.

How came they to find you in the refuge you had attained ?" "I think," said she in a low tone the underlying suffering of which it would be hard to describe, "that it was not to seek me they first invaded your house.