Shore my pride made me a fool....

An' now have I any choice to make?
I'm a Jorth.

I must stick to my father." All this summing up, however, did not wholly account for the pang in her breast.
What had she done that day?
And the answer beat in her ears like a great throbbing hammer-stroke.

In an agony of shame, in the throes of hate, she had perjured herself.

She had sworn away her honor.