But you did not, and I believed your silence to be a guilty one.

Then, when the letter arrived--" "When did it arrive ?" "A week after the crime was committed." "Well," said Cuthbert, rather pained, "I can hardly blame you.

But if you loved me--" "I do love you," she said with a passionate cry.

"Have I not proved my love by bearing--as I thought--your burden?
Could I do more?
Would a woman who loves as I do accuse the man she loves of a horrible crime?
I strove to shield you from your enemies." "I thought you were shielding Basil.

Jennings thought so also." Juliet drew back, looking paler than ever.