"Mrs. Vance, the time for human love is over with you now! Look rather to the Divine love that is able to pardon your sins though they be as scarlet. Do you repent?"
"Repent!" she echoed, with a wild and chilling laugh. "Repent! No, never! Were it all to do over again, and the prize the same, I would wade through seas of blood to reach my darling's heart! All for love, and—my soul—well—lost!"
With the wild, defiant words, a fresh stream of blood poured forth from her lips.
There was a gasp, a spasmodic tremor of all the features, a convulsive quiver of the limbs, and the soul of the guilty woman went wandering forth into the vast arcana of eternity!
"The wages of sin is death."
[CHAPTER XXXIX.]
On the day that Mr. Lawrence paid the reward of ten thousand dollars to the detective, Lancelot Darling was present.
He immediately wrote a check for fifteen thousand dollars and tendered it to Mr. Shelton, saying gracefully:
"Allow me also to testify some slight sense of my gratitude, although money alone can never pay the great debt we owe you!"