Pity me--help me in my weakness.

You're strong again--oh, so cruelly, coldly strong! You're killing me.

I see you--feel you as some other Lassiter! My master, be merciful--spare him!" His answer was a ruthless smile.
She clung the closer to him, and leaned her panting breast on him, and lifted her face to his.

"Lassiter, I do love you! It's leaped out of my agony.

It comes suddenly with a terrible blow of truth.