When she came to herself, gentle hands had laid her before two glorious fires in that cold tomb there.

Then the same gentle hands gave her food and wine, and words of comfort, and did everything for her that brave men do for poor weak suffering women.

Yes, sir, it was my life he saved, and Mr.Coventry's too; and I can't bear to hear a word against him, especially while I stand looking at his poor forge, and his grates, that you abuse; but I adore them, and bless them; and so would you, if they had saved your life, as they did mine.

You don't love me one bit; and it is very cruel." Raby stood astonished and silent.

At last he said, in a very altered tone, quite mild and deprecating, "Why did you not tell me this before ?" "Because he made us promise not.