Perhaps the unconscious sense that henceforth she was free to love whom she pleased had suddenly made insignificant a feeling which had before borne in her mind the terrible name of crime.

The struggle for loyalty was no more, but the memory of what she had borne for the dead man made him dearer than before.

The follies of his life had been many, but many of them had been for her, and there was the true ring in his last words.

"To be young for your sake, Corona--for your sake!" The phrase echoed again and again in her remembrance, and her silent tears flowed afresh.

The follies of his life had been many, but to her he had been true.