"I am sure your experience of life and your good sense--" "My good sense would make me think purgatory was hell if I saw him"-- she nodded savagely at Dolores as she said it, for she had seen that last effort of his to take the fingers of Palass Poucette's widow--"if I saw him there, m'sieu' le juge." "We'll have you yet--we'll have you yet, Dolores," said the Judge, as the Spaniard prepared to move on.

But, as Dolores went, he again caught the eyes of the young widow.
This made him suddenly bold.

"'Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour,'-- that is the commandment, is it not, m'sieu' le juge?
You are doing against me what I didn't do in Court to-day.

I saved a man from your malice." The crook of the Judge's cane caught the Spaniard's arm, and held him gently.
"You're possessed of a devil, Dolores," he said, "and I hope I'll never have to administer justice in your case.

I might be more man than judge.
But you will come to no good end.