would have some one's blood for being shut up and chained, and all for nought. If he be living anywhere, methinks he will find out his unjust judge and kill him.'
'Perhaps,' said Musa; but she did not hear his words; they were like the burr of the water running underneath the old stone piers, where some fisher folk were busy setting their lobster-pots in the shallows.
Her head was throbbing quickly; all before her eyes seemed blood-red; at her ear there was a sound like some one whispering, 'why should he know? why should he know?'
When he knew, he would go away.
With the profound humility which is the characteristic of all great love, she knew at once that he would go; she never doubted for a moment that she would have no power to hold him.
She did not reason on it, or frame it in any conscious formula, but her reason told her that he would go, once learning he was free.
Yet she bade Andreino a good-day in a steady voice, threw her packages into the boat, and set sail homeward.
