“How is your love affair?” he asked.
“Sir, please,” I tried to wriggle away.
“Tell me,” he said. He held my arm so tightly I couldn’t budge from his grasp without giving him an answer.
“Untended love soon dies,” I said.
“Untended, now, is it?” he said. “Is it not you I see slipping into the woods to meet Father Nathaniel?” His face seemed dangerous. Refreshed by this close glimpse of him, I remembered how his eyes looked like craggy canyons. There was much inside them that I couldn’t see, though there was a naturally angry scowl I c
