That boy was mistaken, sure enough.' 'If he wasn't having a game with us,' answered Harry.
'Urn, yes; that's likely enough among these young heathens of Waddy.

But Downy will be here again in the morning; we'll see what he makes of it.' Harry followed the police as they rode away, and returned slowly to his home.

His anxiety for Chris's sake, and his profound sympathy for her, did not serve to quell the wild elation dancing in his veins, the triumphal spirit awakened by the knowledge of her love and fired by her kisses.
Chris, sitting alone in the house, her face buried in her hands, felt, too, something of this exultation; but she nerved herself to look into the future, and saw it grim and starless.

She saw herself the daughter of the convicted thief, the thief who had only narrowly escaped having to stand his trial for murdering her lover; the thief who had shifted the burden of his guilt on to the shoulders of an innocent man, the brother of her love.

Could she ever consent to be Harry's wife after that?
she asked herself with sudden terror.