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Speechless he had stood, all the life of his soul burning like a fire in his eyes as he looked at her and listened to her, and now, quietly and unexcitedly, he said: "Marette, I aame as you want me to play it, because I love you It is only honest for oing to fight for you as long as there is a drop of blood in ade, will you prohty e lashes did Marette Radisson give evidence that she had even heard his confession of love She interrupted hi, no matter what you do Jeems, Jeems, you are not like those other men I learned to hate? You will not INSIST? If you do--if you are like theht and not wait for Jean Laselle Listen! The stor to deao You havechair and stood before hilowed like lu in theht struck his heart cold as ice

With a low cry he stretched out his hands, "My God, Marette, I am not a murderer! I did not kill John Barkley!"

She did not answer him

"You don't believe me," he cried "You believe that I killed Barkley, and that now--a murderer--I dare to tell you that I love you!"

She was treh her For only a flash it see terrible, a thing she was hiding, a thing she was fighting as she stood there with her two little clenched hands For in her face, in her eyes, in the beating throb of her white throat he saw, in thatAnd then it was gone, even as he entreated again, pleading for her faith

"I did not kill John Barkley!"

"I a--"