'No one has had a chance of knowing.'" Tom stopped in his recital, as if he would rather not tell what followed.
"What next, Tom ?" I cried eagerly.
"I am thinking whether it is fair to her to tell you, and yet it is right you should know." "What was it, Tom ?" She threw herself down on her knees before us, and besought us to keep the matter in our own hearts.
"'It is not true!' she cried; 'Mr.Blake would never do such a thing.
There is some mistake.

Promise me no word shall be uttered as to this.
Mr.Kaffar has left, as he said, and gone back to Egypt.

Why, then, should such a terrible suspicion be aroused?
I will answer for Mr.
Blake's innocence.' "'You answer, Miss Forrest ?' cried Voltaire.

'Nay, you cannot.

I would I could be merciful, but it must not be.