I said I would wait until she was able to speak to me.
She dropped on the seat, and wrung her hands on her lap.

Her downcast eyes still obstinately avoided meeting mine.
"Oh!" she said to herself, "what madness possessed me?
Is it possible that I ever disgraced myself by loving Ambrose Meadowcroft ?" She shuddered as the idea found its way to expression on her lips.

The tears rolled slowly over her cheeks.

"Don't despise me, Mr.Lefrank!" she said, faintly.
I tried, honestly tried, to put the confession before her in its least unfavorable light.
"His resolution has given way," I said.

"He has done this, despairing of proving his innocence, in terror of the scaffold." She rose, with an angry stamp of her foot.