2/31 And, after all--for what she had said--it was this man's life or mine. 'What had I done that another man would not do? I would make her smart for those words of hers! I would bring her to her knees! Still, hot as I was, an hour might have restored me to coolness. But when I started to return, I fell into a fresh rage, for I remembered that I did not know my way out of the maze of rides and paths into which she had drawn me; and this and the mishaps which followed, kept my rage hot. For a full hour I wandered in the wood, unable, though I knew where the village lay, to find any track which led continuously in one direction. |