I must endure this; I have struggled long between my indignation and my compassion.
Rouse up your strong mind, and hear me.

Mainwaring loves your sister!" Lucretia uttered a cry that seemed scarcely to come from a human voice,-- "No, no!" she gasped out; "do not tell me.

I will hear no more; I will not believe you!" With an inexpressible pity and softness in his tone, this man, whose career had given him such profound experience in the frailties of the human heart, continued: "I do not ask you to believe me, Lucretia; I would not now speak, if you had not the opportunity to convince yourself.

Even those with whom you live are false to you; at this moment they have arranged all, for Mainwaring to steal, in your absence, to your sister.

In a few moments more he will be with her; if you yourself would learn what passes between them, you have the power." "I have--I have not--not--the courage; drive on--faster--faster." Dalibard again was foiled.