She asked him several questions, modest but straightforward, with her grave eyes on his face. While he answered he was thinking, “To the pure, all things are pure.”
She dropped her eyes and sighed.
“It is a dreadful story; it makes me very sad.”
Then after a minute she looked up again and asked:
“What are you going to do?”
He shook with vague apprehension, and leaned sidewise on the rock.
“With her?” he asked. “I hardly know. I thought you would advise me. You cannot think I am under obligation to keep her any longer? I am not bound to her by any law.”
She did not answer for a minute or look at him. When she did, there was a strong fervor in her voice:
“We are all bound; we are all under obligation to help, to guard, to seek and to save them that are lost.”
She stood before him. Her face was like the face of the angel of pity, her tones full of passionate pleading.