"But I am not! I am not! Why, I never felt the horror of it all before--I am not Eloise Beaucaire!" A moment I stood motionless, seeming to hold my breath, my eyes open, struck silent by the intense bitterness of that cry.

Then the reaction came, the knowledge that I must turn her thought elsewhere.
"Do not say that, or even think it," I urged, scarcely able to restrain myself from grasping her in my arms.

"Even if it shall prove true--legally true--some way of escape will be found.

The others are safe, and you are going to need all your courage.

Pledge me to forget, to ignore this thing.