“Now you aren’t going to hold it against me, are you, Miss Sally?” he pleaded.
“When I asked thee if the bonds hurt, thee said, ‘Pretty bad,’” stated Sally, her manner full of accusation.
“I did,” he admitted.
“It was not true,” she cried. “And thee is to die! To die, and yet thee could stoop to trickery! Oh, how could thee do it? Thou art under the shadow of death. I would rather a thousand times that thee would have remained the obstinate Englishman that I deemed thee than to know that thee could do this.”
With that she flung up her head, and without another glance in his direction went swiftly out of the room.
CHAPTER XXIV
“THEE MAY TELL HIM AT THE LAST”
“A hopeless darkness settles o’er my fate;
I’ve seen the last look of her heavenly eyes,—
I’ve heard the last sound of her blessed voice,—
I’ve seen her fair form from my sight depart!
My doom is closed.”