I know how wild a sound it has, and that is partly why I did not tell you earlier.
But your disdain I cannot suffer.

That you should deem me a liar in professing to love you--" Her struggles were grown so frantic that I was forced to relax my grip.
But this I did with a suddenness that threw her out of balance, and she was in danger of falling backwards.

To save herself, she caught at my doublet, which was torn open under the strain.
We stood some few feet apart, and, white and palpitating in her anger, she confronted me.

Her eyes lashed me with their scorn, but under my steady, unflinching gaze they fell at last.

When next she raised them there was a smile of quiet but unutterable contempt upon her lips.
"Will you swear," said she, "that you are not Rene de Lesperon?
That Mademoiselle de Marsac is not your betrothed ?" "Yes--by my every hope of Heaven!" I cried passionately.
She continued to survey me with that quiet smile of mocking scorn.
"I have heard it said," quoth she, "that the greatest liars are ever those that are readiest to take oath." Then, with a sudden gasp of loathing, "I think you have dropped something, monsieur," said she, pointing to the ground.