The young athlete sprang from it, question and reproach in his handsome young face.

She found no difficulty then in telling him just what she had done, and why.

She felt herself suddenly freed from all that life of frequent deception which she had so long practised.

She had no desire to dupe any man now into doing any service.
Something in the stress of the last days, in her new reverence for Bart, had wrought a change in the relative value she set on truth and the gain of untruth.

She held up her head with a gesture of new dignity as she told David that she had sought her father and found Bart.
"Father has half killed him, and now it hurts me to see him ill.