In spite of the fact that he had scorned her, had thrown her aside for another, she had had on his account many a soul-rending struggle with her conscience, with her better self.

She knew that a word from her, and his prison doors would open to a free world.

Time and again this word had trembled on her lips unuttered.

She knew also that it was not hate of North that kept her silent.

It was an intangible, unformed, unthoughtout fear of what might follow after.