"But trouble yourself no more for that," said she.

"He does not know what kind of nature is in my heart.

He will pay me dear for this day of it; dear, dear, will he pay." She turned, and began to go home and I to accompany her.

At which she stopped.
"I will be going alone," she said.

"It is alone I must be seeing him." Some little while I raged about the streets, and told myself I was the worst used lad in Christendom.