He looked straight into her dark-blue eyes.

They were shadowing with the old wistful light, but they were as clear as the limpid water of the spring.

They were earnest, solemn in unutterable love and faith and abnegation.

Venters shivered.

He knew he was looking into her soul.
He knew she could not lie in that moment; but that she might tell the truth, looking at him with those eyes, almost killed his belief in purity.
"What are--what were you to--to Oldring ?" he panted, fiercely.
"I am his daughter," she replied, instantly.
Venters slowly let go of her.