My father is here--an honorable man, you see, not a convict.

Norman, you may love me now; you need not be ashamed of me.

Oh, my love, my love, I was dying, but this will make me well!" Her golden head drooped on to his breast, the clinging arms tightened their hold of him.

The earl advanced to them.
"It is all true, Arleigh," he said.

"You look bewildered, but you need not hesitate to believe it.