Curson folded his arms as she leaped to her feet; the little dagger she had drawn from her garter flashed menacingly in the air, but she stopped.
The man before her remained erect, impassive, and silent; the great trees around and beyond her remained erect, impassive, and silent; there was no sound in the dim aisles but the quick panting of her mad passion, no movement in the calm, motionless shadow but the trembling of her uplifted steel.

Her arm bent and slowly sank, her fingers relaxed, the knife fell from her hand.
"That'th quite enough for a thow," he said, with a return to his former cynical ease and a perceptible tone of relief in his voice.

"It'th the thame old Theretha.

Well, then, if you won't go with me, go without me; take the led horthe and cut away.

Dick Athley and Petereth will follow you over the county line.