"I was a spy for him.

You are a spy--against him." "It was a deliberate plot, then!" Maggie exclaimed, trying to feel the anger which she imparted to her tone.
La Belle Nita suddenly laughed, softly and like a bird.
"You very, very foolish Englishwoman," she said.

"A hand leaned down from Heaven, and you liked better to stay where you were, but I am glad." "And why ?" "Because I have been his slave," the girl continued.

"At odd, strange moments he has shown me a little love, he has let me creep into a small corner of his heart.

Now I am cast out, and there is no more life for me because there is no more love, and there is no more love because, having felt his, no other can come after.