My lady covered her face with both hands, and again that convulsive shudder shook her from head to foot.
"She is very penitent, my lady," Mr.Parmalee said, in a softer tone.
"She is very poor, and ill and heart-broken.

Even you, my lady, might pity and forgive her if you saw her now." "For Heaven's sake, hush! I don't want to hear.

Tell me how you met her first.

I never heard your name until that day in the library." "No more you didn't," said the artist.

"You see, my lady, it was pure chance-work from first to last.