Something of the honesty and freedom from coquetry of the young woman's nature showed in her next speech, inconsequent, illogical, almost unmaidenly in its swift sincerity and candor.
"'Tis a face but blemished," said she, slowly, the color rising to her cheek.

"See! Here is the birth-mark of the house of Knollys.

They tell me--my very good friends tell me, that this is the mark of shame, the bar sinister of the hand of justice.

You know the story of our house." "Somewhat of it," said Law.
"My brother is not served of the writ when Parliament is called.

This you know.