To face the old, difficult life of poverty and perhaps starvation again, and again alone, would be hard enough; but to face it with Harry Wethermill's contempt added to its burdens--as the poor girl believed she surely would have to do--no, that would be impossible! Not this time would she turn away from the Seine, because it was so terrible and cold.

If she had had the courage to tell him yesterday, he would have forgiven, surely he would! The tears gathered in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

What would become of her now?
She was in pain besides.

The cords about her arms and ankles tortured her.

And she feared--yes, desperately she feared the effect of the exposure upon Mme.