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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: it seemed, and as her frightened eye fell upon Sir Rowland she knew
not whether to exult or weep. Her mother - understanding nothing -
plied her meanwhile with whispered questions.
As for Sir Rowland, he looked into the old rake's eyes agleam with
wicked mirth, and rage welled up to choke him. He must kill this man.
"Come," said he. "I'll see to your fine friend Wilding afterwards."
"Excellent," said Trenchard, and led the way through the shrubbery to
the orchard.
Ruth, reviving, looked up. Her glance met Mr. Wilding's; it quickened
into understanding, and she stirred. "Is it true? Is it really true?"
she cried. "I am being tortured by this dream again!"
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