Miss Jacobi, if you love this poor lad, how can you have the heart to ruin him?
Be generous, be merciful, and set him free!" Then she turned upon him almost fiercely.
"Generous! merciful!--and who has ever shown me mercy! When my own flesh and blood have traded on my beauty--my hateful beauty--and sold me without pity or remorse.

And now," still more passionately, "you and his people want to come between me and happiness.

You wish me to give him up, but I cannot--I will not.

I am not marrying him for Miss Templeton's money," she continued indignantly, "but for himself, and because we love each other.

It is Saul who thinks of the money; but he will not believe that message--he knows she will not do it.