Even now this idea was not very precise, for he said little about himself, but at least she grappled with the fact that he had actually, year after year, carried arms against these men who lay at her feet and who had given their lives for her cause.

It suddenly occurred to her as a new thought that perhaps he himself might have killed one of them with his own hand.

There was a strange shock in this idea.

She felt that Carrington was further from her.

He gained dignity in his rebel isolation.