At this outburst of genuine feeling from his sister, John Bonyton took her hand in his, and long after did Perseverance remember the groan that escaped his bosom.
“Said she nothing of Hope Vines?”
“Yes, John, she said she repented before God the evil she designed in her heart against her.”
“And you?”
As he asked the question, his stern eyes were upon her face.
“I, John?”
“Yes; have you no repentance?”
“I did nothing.”
“Is it nothing to let loose the tongue against the innocent? Do not tell me that you, Perseverance Bonyton, believed these idle stories, which you helped to promulgate.”
“Wiser than I believed them.”