But that doesn't make me love you less.

Would du Laurier have you if he knew what you are--as he will know soon unless you let me save you?
Yet I--I would love you if you were a murderess as well as a--spy." "It is you who are a spy!" I faltered, now all but broken.
"If I am, I haven't spied in vain.

Not only can I ruin you with du Laurier, and before the world, but I can ruin him utterly and in all ways." "No--no," I gasped.

"You cannot.

You're boasting.