He caught her by the wrist and dragged her to the window.
"See!" he cried again, and pointed a shaking finger toward the black hulk in the harbour.
But she did not look. Instead she shrank away from him and pressed her hands before her eyes, and shook with a long shudder.
And after a moment, the light faded from her father's face, and left it old and worn; his eyes grew dull and moody; his lips trembled.
"Every cause must have its martyrs," he said, as though answering her thought, and his voice was shaking with emotion; "even the cause of freedom; yea, that more than any other, for the battle against tyranny is the most desperate of all!"
And dropping her wrist, he went slowly from the room.