I say in all humility that I believe God will give me grace to die for it." She had given him her hand.

He was still holding it when he spoke his final sentence, looking, not into her face, but into a space beyond it.
His eyes more than suggested the eyes of a martyr waiting undaunted for the lighting of the fagots.

Suddenly he dropped her hand.

He looked for a moment into her face.

He saw that the tears were upon it.