The cat arose and yawned. Lion was still a space.
Old Occleve turned to Lion. Lion moved
Nearer to Mary, picking up the ring.
His was grim physic from the soul beloved;
His face was white and twitching with the sting.
"You are my wife, you cannot do this thing,"
He said at last. "I can respect your pride.
This thing affects your soul; my judgment must decide.
"You are unsettled, shaken from the shock."
"Not so," she said. She stretched a hand to him,