She never once flinched.

The cold question of her eyes seemed to burn its way into the man's composure.

A fierce exclamation broke from his lips.
"If he were dead," he said, "and if it were my hand which had removed him, I should count it amongst the best actions of my life." She looked at him curiously--as one might regard a wild beast.
"You can speak like this before his son ?" "I veil my words at no time and for no man," he answered.

"The truth is always best." Then the door opened, and Blenavon entered.

His arm and head were bandaged, and he walked with a limp.