"I told you I did not dare say," she replied, smiling at him with an
indomitable air.
"Please forgive me for it," he said, not jestingly or lightly, but in
deepest earnest, with a look almost of tears in his eyes. She wondered
she had never before noticed what beautiful blue eyes they were. She
rather liked the sensation of having him look at her so.
"Won't you stop me if I try to go again?" she demanded, with an
audacious impulse. But she repented her boldness as the passion leaped
back into his eyes, and hers fell before it.
"I can't say that," he said. "God knows I will stop you so long as I
have power, and when I can no longer stop you, the wheels of your
carriage shall pass over my body. I will not let you go."
It was strange that the desperate resolution and the inexorable set of
his jaws, which, as he had made a similar declaration on the night of
her recapture, had caused her heart to sink, now produced a sensation
of rather pleasant excitement. Instead of blanching with fear or
revolting in defiance, she replied, with a bewitching air of mock
terror:
"Dear me, what a terrible fellow!" and, with a toss of the head, went
on her way, leaving him puzzling his heavy masculine wits over the
fact that she no longer seemed a particle afraid of him.
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