"He acted as his nature prompted. But it was all over years ago. Why, Mary, he is always friendly with me, even if I am your husband."
"That is on the outside, Richard; but I fear he is crafty. He is like an Indian; his thirst for vengeance keeps alive."
"Admitting all that, though I don't, what harm can he do, Mary, while I am here to protect you?" and the husband expanded his breast in conscious strength, and looked down proudly on his fair wife. "Why, I could wring his neck with only one hand."
"Well, perhaps I am foolish, Richard," the wife admitted.
"Of course you are, Mary."
Just then Clip put his head inside the door.
"De hoss is ready, massa!" he said.
"All right, Clip! I'll come right out."
Richard Burton kissed his wife hastily, and went out.