"You have no right to say that, Miss Denison!" he cried.

"I may be bad, but, as I am ready to answer for my sins, the crime of murder is not among them." Well, it is still some satisfaction to remember that my love never punished me with such a look as was the young squire's reward for this protestation.

The curl of the pink nostrils, the parting of the proud lips, the gleam of the sound white teeth, before a word was spoken, were more than I, for one, could have borne.

For I did not see the grief underlying the scorn, but actually found it in my heart to pity this poor devil of a Rattray: so humbly fell those fine eyes of his, so like a dog did he stand, waiting to be whipped.
"Yes; you are very innocent!" she began at last, so softly that I could scarcely hear.

"You have not committed murder, so you say; let it stand to your credit by all means.