“Hadn’t you? Your business seems to be rather a deadly one, doesn’t it, Scheherazade?”
“Yes, it might become so.... Mr. Neeland, I have no personal feeling of anger for you. You offered me violence; you behaved brutally, indecently. But I want you to understand that no petty personal feeling incites me. The wrong you have done me is nothing; the 179 injury you threaten to do my country is very grave. I ask you to believe that I speak the truth. It is in the service of my country that I have acted. Nothing matters to me except my country’s welfare. Individuals are nothing; the Fatherland everything.... Will you give me back my papers?”
“No. I shall return them to their owner.”
“Is that final?”
“It is.”
“I am sorry,” she said.
A moment later the lights of Orangeville came into distant view across the dark and rolling country.