"Yet run into no unnecessary danger—do not be rash. What have I done by my imprudent words?" said the young lady, tears swelling into her eyes, as the possible consequences of what she had said, occurred to her mind. "O Miles, heed me not. What do I know of such things!"
"To prudence and courage," said Arundel, "there is little danger in any enterprise; but sooner shall life desert me, than I the Pequot chief."
They parted, he to ponder means to accomplish his purpose, and she alternately to reproach and to forgive herself, for encouraging her lover in an undertaking full of peril, yet demanded by gratitude and honor.
CHAPTER XXIX.
No wound, which warlike hand of enemy
Inflicts with dint of sword, so sore doth light,
As doth the poisonous sting which infamy
Infixeth in the name of noble wight;
For by no art, nor any leeches might,
It ever can recovered be again.