The pallor of her face turned to a burning red.

She clasped her hands with a sudden spasm over her heart.
"My mother!" she gasped.

"What do you say of her ?" "What they say of you--that she was a false and wicked wife.

Deny it if you can." "No," she said, with an imperial gesture of scorn, "I deny nothing.

If my husband can believe such a vile slander of his wife of a month, let it be.