This alteration can be no sin; it is self-defence.

Think how small it is, mother.

It is only a matter of the crossing of a 't.' But I care not how great the crime may be; I believe, mother, I would commit murder to save myself from the fate father wishes to put upon me." "You frighten me, child," said Margaret.

"I tremble in terror at what you propose to do." "I, too, am trembling, mother," sighed Yolanda, "but you must now leave the room.

You must know nothing of this great crime." The girl laughed nervously and tried to push her mother from the room.
"No, I will remain," said the duchess.