Indeed I am sorry." I clutched at his sleeve as he was stepping out of the carriage.
"What are you going to do ?" I asked again.
"Find consolation where I can.

There are some ready to offer it, Bawn." He closed the door, and I heard him telling the chauffeur to drive me to Aghadoe.

I put my head out to see the last of him as we drove away, and he was standing in the darkness still looking after me.
My thoughts were in a whirl of confusion.

At first I could think of nothing except that Richard Dawson himself had set me free and that his manner showed it was irrevocable.

But I could not look beyond that to my Anthony's return, because how was I to tell the old people who looked to me for deliverance that I had failed them?
I knew something of Garret Dawson, and that he had never in all his life been known to show mercy.
His old granite face with the tight mouth and beetling eyebrows was enough.