If it had not come I should have gone mad, for my head felt as if it was on fire.

That's past now, and I can talk.

You see how I am, I have come to you and your father--to you Edens, our enemies--to ask you by all that is holy, by all that's manly, to help me." He stopped, panting, and trying to speak, but the words would not come; he was choking.

The blood seemed to rush to his temples so that the veins stood out, and he reeled and would have fallen had not Mark caught, supported him, and lowered him down upon the rocky path.
Then looking up, he shouted to Dummy.
"Fetch two men here--quick!" he cried.
Dummy disappeared, and Mark knelt down and unfastened the neck of the lad's doublet, and saw that his head had received a bad cut, for the cap had fallen off, and his face was ghastly.
"Poor lad!" said Mark softly.

"I know it's wrong, but I can't help liking him.