CHAPTER IX
"I LEAN TOWARD THE STROKE WITH SILENT MOUTH AND A GREAT HEART."
Conrad Phaulcon slowly gathered himself from the ground, faint, blind, Staggering from the forcE with which he had been thrown, and looked on her where she had fallen senseless—her proud head sunk on the grey wood-ashes, her face white with the whiteness of death. He thought her dead: and a mortal dread fell on him, a mortal chillness froze his heart. In his own cruel, tyrannous way he loved her still, and he thought that he had killed her. Moreover, she had been faithfUl to him. Listening aud watching there, he had found that she had kept her bond to him, and had not betrayed him. The evil against her died out from him; a shame that was almost remorse stole on him. Senseless there, like some fair statue shattered down by a hand that stayed not for sake of beauty or of genius, she smote his conscience, all duLLed, and crushed, and buRNt
