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had been to you. Perhaps, goaded to desperation, she confessed to him. Imagine
the devilish delight he took in sniffing out her life after that! We have him now!
Dorothy, you know as well as I that he and he alone had an object in killing her.
You have only to tell the story of her visit to you and we'll hang the miserable
coward." He was standing before her, eager-eyed and intense. "You forget that I
am not and do not for some time expect to be in a position to expose him. I am
inclined to believe that the law will first require me to testify against you, Philip
Quentin," she said, looking fairly into his eyes, the old resentment returning like a
flash. Afterward she knew that the look of pain in his face touched her heart, but
she did not know it then. She saw the beaten joy go out of his eyes, and she
rejoiced in the victory. "True," he said, softly. "I have saved the woman I love,
while he has merely killed one who loved him." It angered her unreasonably when,
as he turned to enter the house. Lady Saxondale put her arm through his and
whispered something in his ear. A moment or two later Lady Jane, as if unable to
master the emotion which impelled, hurried into the castle after them. Dickey
strolled away, and she was left with Lord Bob. It would have been a relief had he
expressed the slightest sign of surprise or regret, but he was as imperturbable as
the watt against which he leaned. His mild blue eyes gazed carelessly at the coils
of smoke that blew from his lips. "Oh," she wailed to herself, in the impotence of
anger, "they all love him, they all hate me! Why does he not mistreat me, insult me,
taunt me--anything that will cost him their respect, their devotion! How bitterly
they feet toward me for that remark! It will kill me to stay here and see them turn
to him as if he were some god and I the defiler!" That night there was a battle
between the desire to escape and the reluctance she felt in exposing her captors
to danger, In the end she admitted to herself that she would not have Philip
Quentin seized by the officers: she would give them all an equal chance to
escape, he with the others, Her heart softened when she saw him, in her
imagination, alone and beaten, in the hands of the police, led away to ignominy
and death, the others perhaps safe through his loyalty. She would refuse
absolutely, irrevocably, to divulge the names of her captors and would go so far
as to perjure herself to save them if need be. With that charitable resolution in