C. R. Macauley,
The Red Tavern
“ I care not. I am but a shadow encompassed by flitting shades—a phantom in the midst of phantoms, moving in a fog of mystery. Of all, there is but the one thing potent—my love for Lady Anna. And yet—and yet, sir knight, I fear her. I must remain!254 Go! Leave me, I entreat of thee, for, by thus tarrying, thou art but fruitlessly imperiling thy life."Earnestly though Sir Richard tried, he was unable to shake the youth's determination to remain. With much of pity in his heart, the young knight then took leave of him, retraced his way back through the secret door and went below. ”

