As they passed by the shrubbery at the side of the house, he gravely pushed aside a wet, hanging branch for her to proceed dry.

Then he joined her again.
"You are angry with me for speaking so," said Zora.
He stopped and looked at her, his eyes bright and clear.

"Do you think I'm a born fool?
Do you think I can't tell loyalty when I see it, and am such an ass as not to prize it above all things?
It cost you a lot to say that to me.

You're right.

I suppose I've lost sense of myself in the Cure.