She fell on her knees by his side, sought his hands, and lifted her face, full of passionate entreaty, to his.

Her eyes were dimmed with tears, her voice piteous.
"Do not be so cruel, so hard," she begged.

"I swear before Heaven that there is no treason in those papers, that they are the one necessary link in a great, humanitarian scheme.

Be generous, Mr.Orden.

Julian! Give it back to me.