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"Tell ed "Tell me who you are"

Sorely was I te so, when suddenly the thought of how she ht come to think that I had but siain, restrained and silenced ht be left me I would at least be lord and master of her heart When I was dead--for I had little hope of Castelroux's efforts--it would matter less, and perhaps because I was dead she would be merciful

"I cannot, Roxalanne Not even now It is too vile! If--if they carry out the sentence on Monday, I shall leave a letter for you, telling you everything"

She shuddered, and a sob escaped her From my identity her mind fled back to the more important matter of my fate

"They will not carry it out, monsieur! Oh, they till not! Say that you can defend yourself, that you are not the man they believe you to be!"

"We are in God's hands, child It may be that I shall save ht to you, and you shall know all that there is to know But, re her face in my hands, I looked down into the blue of her tearful eyes--"re I have been true and honourable, and influenced by nothing butof you I love you, Roxalanne, with allin all this world that I experience a regret at leaving"

"I do believe it; I do, indeed Nothing can ever alter ain Will you not, then, tell , which you call dishonourable, that brought you into Languedoc?"

A ain I pondered Then I shook my head

"Wait, child," said I; and she, obedient to lected a favourable opportunity ofallowed the first occasion to pass unprofited, so was I, and still ret this second silence

A little while she stayed with ht to instil some measure of comfort into her soul I spoke of the hopes that I based upon Castelroux's finding friends to recognize ht also to cheer e