"I knew what de danger was when I offer'd to come, mon ami. I'm not going to stay at Marseilles. I'm going on wit' you, as I promis'."
"But, Piquette——"
She put her fingers over his lips.
"You do not know my great force of mind. Besides," she added, "dey cannot catch us now."
"I can't have you running any more risks," he muttered.
"I s'all run de risk you run, mon Jeem."
He smiled at her gently. There was something animal-like in her devotion.
In the dusk of the soft illumination from above, the shadows at her eyes and lips seemed more than ever wistful and pathetic.
"Why do you dare all this for me, Piquette?"
"Why should I not tell you?" she said gently. "It makes no difference to you, but I t'ink I should like you to know. It is because I love you, mon Jeem."