It was not her voice that broke that night; it was her heart, you have some hold over her." "None that she can not throw off at any time." Breitmann's mind was working strangely.
"If she would have me I would marry her tomorrow," went on Cathewe, playing openly, "I would marry her to-morrow, priest or protestant, for her religion would be mine." There was a spark of admiration in Breitmann's eyes.

This man Cathewe was out of the ordinary.

Well, as for that, so was he himself.

He walked silently to the door and opened it, standing aside for the other to pass.

"She is perfectly free.