She even drew her hand out of the arm where Aldous was tenderly holding it, and walked on erect by herself.
"I have been with poor Dynes," said Aldous, sadly; "we had to take his deposition.

He died while I was there." "He died ?" "Yes.

The fiends who killed him had left small doubt of that.

But he lived long enough, thank God, to give the information which will, I think, bring them to justice!" The tone of the magistrate and the magnate goaded Marcella's quivering nerves.
"What is justice ?" she cried; "the system that wastes human lives in protecting your tame pheasants ?" A cloud came over the stern clearness of his look.

He gave a bitter sigh--the sigh of the man to whom his own position in life had been, as it were, one long scruple.
"You may well ask that!" he said.