'"Look, woman!" said the Doctor, bending over the kneeling figure at his side. She raised her head and saw the wolfish faces below.
'"They have had ten months of your religion," he said.
'It was his revenge. Bitter, indeed; but he loved her.
'In the mean time the man Mitchell was hauled and pushed and tossed forward to the platform by rough hands that longed to throttle him on the way. At last, angry himself, but full of wonder, he confronted them, this crowd of comrades suddenly turned madmen! "What does this mean?" he asked.
'"Mean! mean!" shouted the men; "a likely story! He asks what this means!" And they laughed boisterously.
'The Doctor advanced. 'You see this woman,' he said.
'"I see our Lady."
'"Our Lady no longer; only a woman like any other,—weak and fickle. Take her,—but begone."
'"Take her!" repeated Mitchell, bewildered.—"take our Lady! And where?"
'"Fool! Liar! Blockhead!" shouted the crowd below.