I confess nothing whatever, except that I am hungry and tired to extinction.

I congratulate the winner, and consider myself fortunate to be allowed to go in peace to my own place--penniless, it is true, but at least with a conscience quite clear." The frown on his face, the troubled gaze of his eyes, belied his last words.

"It's no part of my conscience to coerce a woman," he added defiantly.

"I can't do it--not any longer." "It is well to be a cheerful loser," returned Dunwody, at last.

"I couldn't blame any man for being coerced by--her! I admit that I am.