He belonged to me before he belonged to any one else, and I should try to win him back again." "But if his word were pledged ?" "He must break his pledge.

It would be war to the knife; and I have an idea that in the end I should win." "But," persisted Lady Peters, "if you lost--what then ?" "Ah, then I could not tell what would happen! Love turns to burning hate at times.

If I failed I should seek revenge.

But we will not talk of failure.

Oh, _maman_, there he is." How she loved him! At the sound of his footsteps a crimson glow shone in her face, a light shone in the depth of her splendid dark eyes; the scarlet lips trembled.