But when she there, looking up to the dull building, saw the windows of the room which the belief of Glyndon's love had once made a paradise, the tiger relented at the heart; something of the woman gushed back upon her nature, dark and savage as it was.

She pressed the arm on which she leaned convulsively, and exclaimed, "No, no! not him! denounce her,--let her perish; but I have slept on HIS bosom,--not HIM!" "It shall be as thou wilt," said Nicot, with a devil's sneer; "but he must be arrested for the moment.

No harm shall happen to him, for no accuser shall appear.

But her,--thou wilt not relent for her ?" Fillide turned upon him her eyes, and their dark glance was sufficient answer..