Suddenly she put up her white, stiffly quivering lips to Burr's.
"Kiss me!" she cried out.

"I beg you to give me the kiss that I might have killed you for last night!" Burr bent down and kissed her, and she threw her arms around him and pressed his head to her bosom.

"They shall not," she cried out, fiercely--"they shall not hang you! I will make them believe me! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Burr." "Madelon," Burr said, huskily, "I have been double-faced and false to you, but, as God is my witness, I'm glad I've got the chance to suffer in your stead." "You shall not! They shall believe I did it.

I will make Lot Gordon tell.

He shall tell before he dies!" The bolt slid back, and Alvin Mead's great bulk darkened the doorway.
Madelon turned her face towards him, with her arms still clasping Burr and holding his head to her bosom.