At the same moment his sister threw her arms round him.

He stopped, turning from fiery red to ghastly pale.
"No, no, Louis!" she said, clasping him closer; "not after five years' patience.

No--no!" He gently detached her arms.
"You are right, love.

Don't be afraid; it is all over now." Saying that, he put her from him, and in silence took up the book from the floor.
"Won't _that_ offend you even ?" said Danville, with an insolent smile.
"You have a wonderful temper--any other man would have called me out!" Trudaine looked back at him steadily; and taking out his handkerchief, passed it over the soiled cover of the book.
"If I could wipe the stain of your blood off my conscience as easily as I can wipe the stain of your boot off this book," he said quietly, "you should not live another hour.

Don't cry, Rose," he continued, turning again to his sister: "I will take care of your book for you until you can keep it yourself." "You will do this! you will do that!" cried Danville, growing more and more exasperated, and letting his anger got the better even of his cunning now.