Suddenly she turned to me.
"I wonder," she said, "if I am as cruel as you think me--for, indeed, I do not know.

But I have been through many things." Here her eyes grew cold and hard.

The words that followed seemed in no sequence.

"Yet," she said, "I will go and see him to-morrow....
Good-night." After about an hour I went below to Galt Roscoe's cabin.
I drew aside the curtain quietly.

Justine Caron evidently had not heard me.