I dare speak out....

It's you! ...

It's you--" The avowal died on her lips.

A burning flush crimsoned her cheeks and faded as quickly as it came: "I hate her!" she muttered.
"Sonia--" said the Duke gently.
"Oh! I know that it's no excuse....

I know that you're thinking 'This is a very pretty story, but it's not her first theft'; ...