He spoke slowly, but with terrible intensity, and for a moment a feeling which I cannot describe passed through my heart.
"There is something else, Jasper Pennington," he continued. "What is the name of the fair maid you love, and whose child is she?"
On saying this he caught my hand with a hard, tight grasp, and looked eagerly into my eyes.
CHAPTER XVIII
HOW I LEFT BEDRUTHEN STEPS AND, AFTER MEETING TAMSIN TRUSCOTT, SOUGHT FOR NAOMI
I know not why, but when the stranger acted in this way he seemed to put a bridle on my tongue. The name of my love was on my lips, but I could not utter it.
"Are you afraid to tell, Jasper Pennington?" he asked, eagerly.
"It is not for you to know," I replied; "besides, she may be dead. I have been told that she—" Then I stopped, for my heart seemed to grow too big for my bosom.