“I couldn’t forget your face,” he rashly answered, moved by the emotion she showed.
She brightened.
“Did you know me when you first saw me in the crowd?” She expected him to say “Yes.”
“No,” he replied, “I only saw you were a woman and in danger of your life.”
The brightness fell from her face. “Then it was all the same to you who I was.”
He nodded. “Yes—any woman, you know.”
“Old and dirty and ugly?”
His hand slipped from hers. “And a woman—yes.”
She shrugged her pretty shoulders. “Then I wish it had been someone else.”
“So do I, for your sake,” he answered gravely.