The sudden softness in his voice had stirred the woman in her to weakness.

She went close to her father, and threw up her arms around his great neck, and clung to him, and sobbed as if she would sob her soul away, and pleaded with him as for her life.
"Father!" she cried--"father, help me! Believe me! Tell them I did it! Tell them it is true! Don't let them hang Burr.

Help me to save him, father! Don't let them! Save him! Oh, you will save him, father?
You will?
Tell me, father--tell me, tell me!" Madelon's voice rose into a wild shriek.
A sudden conviction of his solution of the matter and of his own astuteness came over David Hautville's primitive masculine intelligence.

His daughter was wellnigh distraught with her lover's faithlessness and his awful crime and danger.

She was to be watched and guarded lest she make a further spectacle of herself; but treated softly as might be, for she was naught but a woman, and liable to mischievous ailments of nerve and brain.