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It was answered at once by you. And from that on you have watched me in my struggle. [Joins his hands earnestly.] Tell me, Miss Justice, did you feel that what you read was written for your eyes? Or that you inspired me?

[Shakes her head.] I need not answer that question.

What then?

[Is silent for a moment.] I cannot say it. You yourself must ask me, Mr Rowan.

[With some vehemence.] Then that I expressed in those chapters and letters, and in my character and life as well, something in your soul which you could not—pride or scorn?

Could not?

[Leans towards her.] Could not because you dared not. Is that why?

[Bends her head.] Yes.

On account of others or for want of courage—which?

[Softly.] Courage.