I never moved, never opened my eyes; perhaps he believed me dead also, and--and I prayed he would.

I would rather have died than have him touch me again.

And--and I thought you were dead too.

O God! It was so horrible!" The man's voice was soft and low, thrilling with the love that refused control.
"I know, dear; I know it all, now," he said tenderly, clasping her hands.

"But that is all over and gone." He put up one hand to his wound.