"Take your seat, Miss Dare," said the District Attorney. And the examination began.
"Your name, if you please?"
"Imogene Dare."
"Are you married or single?"
"I am single."
"Where were you born?"
Now this was a painful question to one of her history. Indeed, she showed it to be so by the flush which rose to her cheek and by the decided trembling of her proud lip. But she did not seek to evade it.
"Sir," she said, "I cannot answer you. I never heard any of the particulars of my birth. I was a foundling."
The mingled gentleness and dignity with which she made this acknowledgment won for her the instantaneous sympathy of all present. Mr. Orcutt saw this, and the flash of indignation that had involuntarily passed between him and the prisoner subsided as quickly as it arose.
Mr. Ferris went on.