"It is my right to be angered.

Sith thou wouldst take me to be a witch, all that I can tell thee of thy future" (she added touchingly) "is from that which I have seen of thy past.

Thou hast a brave heart, and a gentle; thou hast a frank tongue, and a courteous; and these qualities make men honoured and loved,--except they have the gifts which turn all into gall, and bring oppression for honour, and hate for love." "And those gifts, gentle Sibyll ?" "Are my father's," answered the girl, with another and a sadder change in her expressive countenance.

And the conversation flagged till Marmaduke, feeling more weakened by his loss of blood than he had conceived it possible, retired to his chamber to repose himself..