“Thou canst not deny it!”
“Thou art cruel, and dost not love me!” The tone was that of impatient reproach.
“Thou hast deceived me! I am persuaded that there is love in thy heart for Saulus! Thou declared unto me that thou didst hold him in contempt!”
“Thou knowest not to the contrary!”
“Thou hast betrayed thyself, Cassia! I would that thou hadst given thyself to the mad heretic, and that mine eyes had never beheld thy comely but false face!”
Frantic weeping, moans, and flighty laughter gave evidence that Cassia had suddenly become moonstruck or hysterical.
“O Saulus! why did I scorn thee? O Saulus! Saulus! I seem to feel thy presence—near—me—even—now! O Saulus! Saulus!”