Then all descended to the port, and there
At Annie’s door he paused and gave his hand,
Saying gently ‘Annie, when I spoke to you,
That was your hour of weakness. I was wrong.
I am always bound to you, but you are free.’ 450
Then Annie weeping answer’d ‘I am bound.’
She spoke; and in one moment as it were,
While yet she went about her household ways,
Ev’n as she dwelt upon his latest words,
That he had lov’d her longer than she knew, 455