I haven't changed at all toward you.

I prize your friendship as I always have.

But, however it may look to you--don't be unjust.

The girl is innocent.

Ask Lassiter." "Jane, she's jest as sweet an' innocent as little Fay," said Lassiter.
There was a faint smile upon his face and a beautiful light.
Venters saw, and knew that Lassiter saw, how Jane Withersteen's tortured soul wrestled with hate and threw it--with scorn doubt, suspicion, and overcame all.
"Bern, if in my misery I accused you unjustly, I crave forgiveness," she said.