But I could not forgive you the rest; I never can." "Bah! I never cared for her," said the convict.

But under his livid skin there rose a faint blush of shame.
"You never cared for me--that is the reason I--am not glad to see you--" "I did, Mary.

Upon my soul I did.

I love you still!" He rose and came near to his wife, and again he would have put his arm around her.

But she sprang to her feet with an angry light in her eyes.
"If you dare to touch me, I will give you up!" she cried.