"And you found her?"
"Both!" came the laconic reply.
"How interesting," purred Theodora, suffering his odious embrace, although she shuddered at his touch.
"And, man-like, you were revenged?"
"She has met the fate I had decreed upon her who wantonly betrayed the honor of her lord."
"Then she confessed?"
"She denied her guilt. What matter? I never loved her. It is you I love! You, divine Theodora."
And, carried away by a gust of passion, he drew her to him, covering her brow, her hair, her cheeks with kisses. But she turned away her mouth.
She tried to release herself from his embrace.
Roger uttered an oath.