the unarmed man had already reached the door in full flight, and his companion, seeing I meant to act only on the defensive, and recognising the uselessness of any further attack, followed him, though less precipitately.
"Why did you stop me killing such a brute?" cried the woman angrily, her eyes blazing. "They both meant to murder me, and would have done it if you had not come. They had earned death."
"But I did not come to play the butcher," I answered somewhat sternly, repelled by her indifference to bloodshed.
"Follow them and kill them now!" she cried vindictively. "Do you hear? Kill them before they carry the story of this rescue to their masters;" and in her frenzy she took hold of my arm and shook it, urging me toward the door.
"Better see to your wound," I returned, as I sheathed my sword.
"Bah, you are mad! I have no patience with you!" She shrugged her shoulders as though I were little better than a contemptible coward, and walked to the end of the room and stood in the lamplight half turned away from me.
The pose revealed to me the full majestic grace of her form, while the profile of her face, as thrown into half shadow by the rather dim light of the room, set me wondering. It was not a beautiful face. The features, nose and mouth especially, were too large, the cheek bones too high, the colour too pale; but it was a face full of such power and strength and resource that it compelled your admiration and silenced your critical judgment. A woman to be remarked anywhere.
But when she turned her eyes upon me a moment
