But this I do know, and you, Dorothy, must know it too henceforth and for all time to come.

No woman can steal my love from you.

Since I gave you my troth I have been true to you; I have not been false even in one little thought." "I feel sure, John, that you have not been untrue to me," said the girl with a faint smile playing about her lips; "but--but you remember the strange woman at Bowling Green Gate whom you would have--" "Dorothy, I hope you have not come to my dungeon for the purpose of making me more wretched than I already am ?" "No, no, John, forgive me," she cried softly; "but John, I hate her, I hate her! and I want you to promise that you too will hate her." "I promise," said John, "though, you have had no cause for jealousy of Queen Mary." "Perhaps--not," she replied hesitatingly.

"I have never thought," the girl continued poutingly, "that you did anything of which I should be jealous; but she--she--oh, I hate her! Let us not talk about her.

Jennie Faxton told me--I will talk about her, and you shall not stop me--Jennie Faxton told me that the white woman made love to you and caused you to put your arm about her waist one evening on the battlements and-" "Jennie told you a lie," said John.
"Now don't interrupt me," the girl cried nervously, almost ready for tears, "and I will try to tell you all.