She ought to have been thinking of her life, and not only of her life but of the life of the man who was speaking to her too.

She let me finish, then shook her head impatiently.
"I mean--death." "Well," I said, "when he stood before you there, outside the cottage, he really stood between you and that.

I have it out of your own mouth.

You can't deny it." "If you will have it that he saved my life, then he has got it.

It was not for me.