She crouched lower on the ground, her wild eyes were raised to heaven, but there was no help—no aid.
"All the facts—I will hear them from your own lips—speak."
She was silent.
"I know—I have been on your track for days. It was not enough that you destroyed my life, trampled on my honor, but you must choose for the partner of your guilt the man who had most cruelly wronged me—the one foe I had on earth."
"No, no! I never saw that man—never!"
"Peace, woman! I tell you that man standing yonder with a grin of Satan on his lips, is William Ford."
She did cry out then—this was a horror of which she had not dreamed.
"I never knew it; I never knew it."
"And you love this wretch? Through him you shall suffer!"
"I hate him, loathe him!" she cried. "Oh, in this one thing believe me—I never knew it was Ford. The name was changed to deceive me."