than her wildness, that Reddin had awakened in her, and that chained
her here with invisible chains.

'Come home, little Hazel!' he pleaded.

'I canna,' she whispered.

'Why? You can if you want to. Don't you want to?'

'Ah! I do that.'

She was torn between her longing to go and her powerlessness to leave
Reddin.

The light went out of Edward's face.

'Do you love this man?' he asked.

'No.'

'Does it make you better to live with him?'

'No. It was living with you as did that.'

Reddin was so enraged that he struck her, and her expression of
submission as she cowered under the blow was worse to Edward than the
blow itself. He forgot his views about violence, and struck Reddin
back.

'Come outside,' said Reddin in a tone of relief. The situation had now