But seeing her pale face and sad looks, she went to her and, taking her hand, kissed her on the cheek.

I think that sisterly welcome put new life into the maiden, for the colour came again to her face, and a smile to her lips, as she said-- "We are not strangers, sweet Jeannette.

It does me good to see thee now." And somehow I was overlooked in the talk that ensued betwixt those two, and so left them and went out to the street to hear what this great news might be.
It was indeed great news.

Yesterday, in the early morning, the Scotch Queen had paid the penalty of her grievous treasons, and had been beheaded at Fotheringay Castle.

Men seemed half dazed by the news.