"You're not going to arrest him, Dick. He will leave Richmond never to enter the South again. I'll pledge my life on his promise. His death can do us no good. It can do you no good—I—I—couldn't live and know that I had killed the man I love—"
"You haven't killed him. He has forfeited his life a thousand times in his work as a spy."
"I sent for you. I caused his betrayal. I shall be responsible if he dies—"
Again the little head drooped in pitiful suffering. She lifted it at last with a smile.
"Dick, you're too big and generous for low revenge. You hate this man. But you love me. I know that. I'm proud and grateful for it. I appeal to the best that's in you. Save my life and his—"
"You couldn't live if he should die, Jennie?" the man asked tenderly.
"Not if he should die in this way—"
The Captain struggled and hesitated.
Again her hand touched his arm.
"I ask the big divine thing of you, Dick?"