Yes, having thus been warned of his danger, she had offered her life for him--for him who that morning had called her, unjustly so Metem said, "a girl of the groves and a murderess." How came it that she had done this, unless indeed she loved him as--he loved her?
Aziel could no longer palter with himself, it was the truth.

Last night when Issachar accused him, he had felt this, although then he would not admit it altogether, and now to-night he knew that his fate had found him.

They would say that, after the common fashion of men, he had been conquered by a lovely face and form and a brave deed of devotion.

But it was not so.

Something beyond the flesh and its works and attributes drew him towards this woman, something that he could neither understand nor define (unless, indeed, the vision of Issachar defined it), but of which he had been conscious since first he set eyes upon her face.