You kissed him with the Judas kiss.

You led his soul captive to death by the drawing of your eyes." In a voice that could hardly be heard the girl replied, her whole figure fixed and turned to stone by the intensity of her tormentor's gaze.
_"I did these things! I am accursed!"_ The ambassador turned with a fleering triumph.
"You hear, William of Douglas," he said, "you hear what your true love says!" Then it was that, with the calm air and steady voice of a great gentleman, William Douglas answered, "I hear, but I do not believe." A spasm of joy passed over the countenance of the Lady Sybilla.

She half sprang towards her lover as if to clasp him in her arms.
But in the midst, between intent and act, she restrained herself.
"No, I am not worthy," she said.

And again, and lower, like a lamentation, "I am not worthy!" Then, while all watched eagerly, the marshal rose from his seat to his full height.
"Girl--look at me!" he cried in a loud and terrible voice.

But Sybilla did not seem to hear him.
She was looking at the Earl, and her eyes were great and grey and vague.
"Listen, my true lord, and then hate me if you will," she said; "listen, William of Douglas.