I'm Rose Scott, and an honest, married woman," said the witness, turning a baleful look upon the Duke of Hereward, and letting her large, bold, blue eyes rove defiantly, triumphantly over the sea of human faces turned toward her.

She never blenched a bit under the fire of glances fixed upon her.

These glances would have pierced like spears any finer and more sensitive spirit.

They never seemed to touch hers.
"What a handsome quean it is!" said some.
"What a diabolical malignity there is in her looks.

Eh, sirs! The vera cut of her 'ee wad convict her, handsome as she is!" whispered another.
"Ay, she looks as if she could ha ta'en a hand in the murther as well as in the robbery," muttered a third.