"If you were to say to me this minute, 'Hannah Wrynche, jump off the end of that high rock-bluff there, down on those uncommonly nasty-looking stones below, I vow I'd do it!" Saxham's blue eyes were kind. Here was a fellow hero-worshipper. "I believe you would do it, and that he believes it too." She tapped him on the sleeve with the long cherry-wood stick of her white green-lined umbrella.