“Are you jealous?”
“Thank God, no!” was the emphatic rejoinder.
“You will prove that by sending the letter?”
“I will,” she replied, and she placed it in her bosom.
“Is this all?” she asked, as she turned toward the door, as though to end the interview.
“No.”
“What else have you to say?”
“I am under sentence of death.”
“I am well aware of that.”
“I am to die upon the gallows.”