She was not quite herself; she was suffering too much.

I know what happened.

Grant told me once of the wrench of him then, and of all the scene.

There had been a fierce appeal from him.

He had become almost enraged.
"And so," he said, "you would have a man's marriage like the black biretta of Spain that is drawn over the prisoner's head before they garrote him ?" She did not move nor speak, but stood straight and silent, her hands hanging at her sides with the palms loosely open, the very abandonment of pathetic helplessness.
Such a little woman, to withstand a storm of passion! As he wondered at her curiously blended strength and weakness, a sun-shaft blazed through the crimson glass of the upper window.