But it would ill become you to make such use as this of the knowledge you came by in that manner.
It were a Judas's act." He would have interrupted her, but her manner dominated him.

"You will leave this letter with me, Richard," she continued.
"Damn me! no..." he began.
"Ah, yes, Richard," she insisted.

"You will give it to me, and I shall thank you for the gift.

It shall prove a weapon for my salvation, never fear." "It shall, indeed," he cried, with an ugly laugh; "when I have ridden to Exeter to lay it before Albemarle." "Not so," she answered him.

"It shall be a weapon of defence--not of offence.