"Who was it that she took me for ?" "Only a heathen god, and a worthy one," answered the Saxon, setting the cup to the lips of the girl, and making her drink some of its contents slowly.

"Neither you nor Malcolm will ever be held quite so highly again.

Make the most of it." I think that he meant the lady to hear him speak thus cheerfully, and it is certain that she did so.

A little wan smile flitted across her face, and then she flushed red, and opened her eyes.

Her first glance fell on the penthouse, and she shuddered somewhat.
Then she sat up and looked round for us, seeing Bertric for the first time, as he stood at the head of the rough couch.
"Forgive me, friends," she said quietly.