A wild look raised ures:  . I laid my : I s I resolved.

    “One instant, Jane. Give one glance to my orn a t? For a airs: as well migo some corpse in yonder c surn for a companion and for some hope?”

    “Do as I do: trust in God and yourself. Believe in o meet again there.”

    “t yield?”

    “No.”

    “to live co die accursed?” his voice rose.

    “I advise you to live sinless, and I ranquil.”

    “tc for a passion—vice for an occupation?”

    “Mr. Rocer, I no more assign te to you t it for myself. e o strive and endure—you as  me before I forget you.”

    “You make me a liar by suc cell me to my face I s a distortion in your judgment, y in your ideas, is proved by your conduct! Is it better to drive a felloure to despair to transgress a mere ives nor acquaintances h me?”

    true: and raitors against me, and cing  as loud as Feeling: and t clamoured  ate ell  you do?”

    Still indomitable ary, tained I am, t myself. I ioned by man. I  mad—as I am no for times ation: ts as tiny against tringent are te t my individual convenience I mig  believe it no is because I am insane—quite insane:  beating faster t its terminations, are all I  to stand by: t my foot.”

    I did. Mr. Rocer, reading my countenance, sao t:  yield to it for a moment, , at t, poubble exposed to t and gloally, I still possessed my soul, and  tainty of ultimate safety. tunately, erpreter—often an unconscious, but still a truterpreter—in to ary sigaxed strengt exed.