But once in the clutches of those bloodhounds, and it might have meant banishment for years, for life perhaps--aye, perhaps even death itself." "And even so," said Rotha, stepping back a pace and throwing up her head, while her hands were clinched convulsively,--"and even so," she repeated.

"Death comes to all; it will come to him among the rest, and how could he die better?
If he were a thousand times my brother, I could give him up to such a death." "Rotha, my darling," cried Willy, throwing his arms about her, "I am ashamed.

Forgive me if I said you were thinking of yourself.

Look up, my darling; give me but one look, and say you have pardoned me." Rotha had dropped her eyes, and the tears were now blinding them.
"I was a monster to think of it, Rotha; look in my face, my girl, and say you forgive me." "I could have followed you over the world, Willy, and looked for no better fortune.

I could have trusted to you, and loved you, though we had no covering but the skies above us." "Don't kill me with remorse, Rotha; don't heap coals of fire on my head.