"I have wept all the tears a woman's broken heart could wring out, beseeching him to come back to me." "Yet," Dominey insisted, "you shared his foul plot for vengeance against a harmless woman.

You let him come and make his ghoulish noises, night by night, under these windows, without a word of remonstrance.

You knew very well what their accursed object was--you, with a delicate woman in your charge who trusted you.

You are an evil pair, but of the two you are worse than your half-witted son." The woman made no reply.

She was still on her knees, bending over the prostrate figure, from whose lips now came a faint moaning.