In which on that dark day she thought to hide
From Rupert when, at last, 'twas manifest
We could not hold the Manse. There was no pride
In her deep eyes now; nor did scorn invest
Her with such dignity as once defied
Him bursting in to find her standing here
Prepared to die like some dog-hunted deer.
XXV
She took my hand, and, as if naught of love