"You are to come back," said Peter.
He got an awful look from those eyes. They were perfectly blazing with
indignation.
"Stop holding me," she repeated.
It was a fearful moment to Peter. But he said, with an appeal in his
voice, "You know I suffer in offending you. I did not believe that I
could touch you without your consent. But your health is dearer to me
than your anger is terrible. You must come home."
So Leonore, realizing that helplessness in a man exists only by his own
volition, turned, and began walking towards the now distant house. Peter
at once released her arm, and walked beside her. Not a glimpse did he
get of those dear eyes. Leonore was looking directly before her, and a
grenadier could not have held himself straighter. If insulted dignity
was to be acted in pantomime, the actor could have obtained some
valuable points from that walk.
Peter walked along, feeling semi-criminal, yet semi-happy. He had saved
Leonore from an early grave, and that was worth while doing.
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