And I judged Kinraid in my heart.' 'Thou thought as he was faithless and fickle,' she answered quickly; 'and so he were.

He were married to another woman not so many weeks at after thou went away.

Oh, Philip, Philip! and now I have thee back, and--' 'Dying' was the word she would have said, but first the dread of telling him what she believed he did not know, and next her passionate sobs, choked her.
'I know,' said he, once more stroking her cheek, and soothing her with gentle, caressing hand.

'Little lassie!' he said, after a while when she was quiet from very exhaustion, 'I niver thought to be so happy again.

God is very merciful.' She lifted up her head, and asked wildly, 'Will He iver forgive me, think yo'?
I drove yo' out fra' yo'r home, and sent yo' away to t' wars, wheere yo' might ha' getten yo'r death; and when yo' come back, poor and lone, and weary, I told her for t' turn yo' out, for a' I knew yo' must be starving in these famine times.