Even while we speak, it may be that a gentleman, not too old yet to learn nobility, may be killed in my quarrel; while another, whom I alone of all that know him may not praise, carries his life lightly in his hand for me.

And to you, my lord, I have done the wrong of dressing a harsh deed in some cloak of excuse, making you seem to serve the king in working my punishment." Rischenheim's eyes fell to the ground, and he twisted his hands nervously in and out, the one about the other.

I took my hand from my revolver: he would not move now.
"I don't know," she went on, now almost dreamily, and as though she spoke more to herself than to him, or had even forgotten his presence, "what end in Heaven's counsel my great unhappiness has served.

Perhaps I, who have place above most women, must also be tried above most; and in that trial I have failed.

Yet, when I weigh my misery and my temptation, to my human eyes it seems that I have not failed greatly.
My heart is not yet humbled, God's work not yet done.