You couldn't have done it. You
would have fought him--fought him as you did Lord Mallow, and in fighting
you might have killed him, but your sword never let out his life when he
was defenceless--never."
A look of intense relief, almost of happiness, came to Dyck's face.
"That is like you, Sheila, but it does not cure the trouble. You and I
are as far apart as noon and midnight. The law has said the only thing
that can be said upon it."
She sank down again upon the wooden bench. "Oh, how mad you were, not to
tell the whole truth long ago! You would not have been condemned, and
then--"
She paused overcome, and his self-control almost deserted him. With
strong feeling he burst out: "And then, we might have come together?
No, your mother--your friends, myself, could not have let that be. See,
Sheila, I will tell you the whole truth now--aye, the whole absolute
truth. I have loved you since the first day I saw you on the hills when
you and I rescued Christopher Dogan. Not a day has passed since then
when you were not more to me than any other woman in all the world."
A new light came into her face, the shadows left her eyes, and the pallor
fled from her lips.
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