Have you, then, no faith in me?
Courage, sweetheart, they cannot hurt me." She clutched his hands, and looked up into his eyes.

"You but say that to comfort me!" she cried.
"Not so," he answered gravely.

"I tell you no more than what is true.
They think they hold me.

They will cheat, and lie and swear falsely to the end that they may destroy me.

But they shall have their pains for nothing." "Ay--depend upon that," Rotherby mocked him.