"I'm sorry for your sake, Mama," she said. "I'm sorry. . . . She kissed the hard, handsome face and the mother returned the embrace with a sudden fierce burst of unaccustomed passion.
"It's all right, Lily dear. I'm only thinking of you. I don't think anything can really hurt me any longer. I'm an old warrior, tough and well-armored." For a second she regarded the girl tenderly and then asked, "but aren't you afraid?"
"No!" The answer was quiet and confident.
"You're a strange, strange girl," said the mother.
