“Then you know that you are not the child of Geoffry Bryant,” the renegade said.
Clara started at the question. Never had it been breathed to her before that she was not the child of those whom she had loved as father and mother since her childhood recollections. And why should the renegade know more of her than she did herself?
“I know no such a thing,” she replied, a little indignantly.
“Well, I know that you are not the child of Geoffry Bryant,” Sherwood replied.
“How do you know it?” she asked.
The villain made no reply, for at this juncture they emerged into a small opening at the edge of a little lake, where the renegade stopped.
“Why do you stop here?” Clara asked.
Still the villain made no reply, but, turning, he seized the maiden, dragged her to the edge of the opening, and hurled her over the cliff into the lake below.
What followed this murderous deed the reader already knows.