It is too vile! If--if they carry out the sentence on Monday, I shall leave a letter for you, telling you everything." She shuddered, and a sob escaped her.

From my identity her mind fled back to the more important matter of my fate.
"They will not carry it out, monsieur! Oh, they till not! Say that you can defend yourself, that you are not the man they believe you to be!" "We are in God's hands, child.

It may be that I shall save myself yet.
If I do, I shall come straight to you, and you shall know all that there is to know.

But, remember, child"-- and raising her face in my hands, I looked down into the blue of her tearful eyes--"remember, little one, that in one thing I have been true and honourable, and influenced by nothing but my heart--in my wooing of you.

I love you, Roxalanne, with all my soul, and if I should die you are the only thing in all this world that I experience a regret at leaving." "I do believe it; I do, indeed.