But what was it that he had said?
"Do you _know_ it was not father ?" she had asked; and he had answered, "I _know_ it was not." Did he mean that he himself-- The air of her room felt stifling on that winter's night.

Her brow was hot and throbbing, and her lips were parched and feverish.

Rising, she threw open the window, and waves of the cold mountain vapor rolled in upon her.
That was a lie which had tried a moment ago to steal into her mind--a cruel, shameless lie.

Ralph was as innocent of murder as she was.

No purer soul ever lived on earth; God knew it was the truth.
Hark! what cry was that which was borne to her through the silent night?
Was it not a horse's neigh?
Rotha shuddered, and leaned out of the window.