"Ruth, you shall not do this for me.

You must not." "By Heaven, no!" snapped Blake before she could reply.

"You are right, Richard.

Mistress Westmacott must not be the scapegoat.

She shall not play the part of Iphigenia." But Ruth smiled wistfully as she answered him with a question, "Where is the help for it ?" Richard knew where the help for it lay, and for once--for just a moment--he contemplated danger and even death with equanimity.
"I can take up this quarrel again," he announced.