The armour was no longer glittering in the sunlight, but there it hung dead and sombre above the cabinet from which she had taken the dagger.

Yes! now it all came back to her--all the wretchedness and all the sin.

But where was the dagger now?
She felt in her pocket; it was not there.

Could it have been her fancy--all that about the dagger?
She looked in the cabinet; it was not there.

Alas! no; it could not have been her fancy, and she _was_ guilty of that wickedness.