"It is too awful for words.

You are one of the most perfect of God's creations.

You shall not be sacrificed on this damned altar of--I beg your pardon, I did not mean to begin by accusing any one of deliberately forcing you into--into--" He broke off and pulled fiercely at his little moustache.
"I see now," she said presently.

"You are willing to sacrifice yourself in order that I may be spared.

Is that it ?" "It isn't precisely a sacrifice.