No! no! no! Her whole being resented such a monstrous proposition! Besides, there was proof.

Thank God! there was proof.

A blackmailer would have stayed close to her, and would have kept the letter; Harold did neither.

Her recognition of the truth was shown in her act, when, stretching out her arms in the darkness, she whispered pleadingly: 'Forgive me, Harold!' And Harold, far away where the setting sun was lying red on the rim of the western sea, could not hear her.

But perhaps God did.
As, then, Harold's motive was not of the basest, it must have been of the noblest.