Before this day my conscience smote me when I deceived him, and I suffered pain if I but thought of my father.

But now, thanks to his cruelty, I may be happy without remorse.

Malcolm, if you betray me, I will--I will kill you if I must follow you over the world to do it." "Do you think that I deserve that threat from you, Dorothy ?" I asked.
"No, no, my dear friend, forgive me.

I trust you," and she caught up my hand and kissed it gently.
Dorothy and I remained in the banquet hail, seated upon the stone bench under the blazoned window.
Soon Sir George returned, closely followed by two men, one of whom bore manacles such as were used to secure prisoners in the dungeon.

Sir George did not speak.