The girl suddenly stamped her foot in anger.
"Go--go, I tell you," she cried; "stay not a day in this accursed place, wherein no true word is spoken and no loyal deed done, save those which come forth from your own true heart." "Nay," said William Douglas, with his eyes on hers, "it is too late, Sybil.

I have kissed the red of your lips.

Your head hath lain on my breast.

My whole soul is yours.

I cannot now go back, even if I would.
The boy I have been, I can be no more for ever." The girl rose from the stone on which she had been sitting.