It was so long since she had heard her own name--"You prayed for strength to conquer, when you thought it sin; just as I rode out to meet the foe, to fight and slay, and afterward wrestled with unknown tongues, doing all those things which were hardest, while striving to quench my love for you.

But when I knew that no other man had right to you or ever had had right, why then I found that nothing had slain my love, nor ever could.

And Mora, now you know that I am free, is your love dead ?" She clasped her hands over the cross at her breast.

His voice held a deep passion of appeal; yet he strove, loyally, to keep it calm.
"Listen, Hugh," she said.

"If, thinking me faithless, you had turned for consolation to another; if, though you brought her but your second best, you yet had won and wed her; now, finding after all that I had not wedded Humphry, would you leave your bride, and try to wake again your love for me ?" "You seek to place me," he said, "in straits in which, by mine own act, I shall never be.