"There is another room in this
house, a store room. I cook in there,"
he said. "I am going in there now to
get you something to eat; meanwhile
you must undress yourself and go to
bed."
He went to a rude set of box-like
shelves draped with a curtain, appar
ently his own handiwork, against the
wall, and brought from it a long and
somewhat shapeless woolen gown.
"You can wear this to sleep in," he
continued, "First of all, though, I am
going to have a Ick at that foot."
He bent down, L'where her wound
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gaze with his own. "I am a woman,
absolutely alone, entirely at your
mercy; you are stronger than I, I
have no choice but to do what you
bid me. And in addition to the nat
ural weakness of my sex I am the
more helpless from this foot. What
do you intend to do with me? How
do you mean to treat me?"
It was a bold, a splendid question,
and it evoked the answer it merited.
