You would not intentionally bring evil upon me while you love me." "Ah, that I do, John; only God knows how deeply, how desperately.

My love was the cause--my love was my curse--it was your curse." "Do not weep, Dorothy," said John, interrupting her.

"I would that I could take all your suffering upon myself.

Do not weep." Dorothy buried her face upon his breast and tears came to her relief.

She was not alone in her weeping, for there stood I like a very woman, and by my side stood rough old Sir William.