"'This blood cries out for vengeance,' he said; 'ay, and it shall be avenged too.' "She gave a scream as if in pain. 'Why, what will you do?' she cried. "'Were I in Egypt, my vengeance would be speedy,' he said, his light eyes glittering; 'but I am debarred from that here. Still, there is a means of vengeance. Your English law is stern. To-morrow the whole country shall shudder because of this dark deed, and to-morrow night that man, Justin Blake, shall sleep in a felon's cell' "'No, no!' she cried. 'Not that. Have mercy.' "'Yes, yes!' he said, his voice husky with passion. 'What mercy did he have upon my friend? I will have vengeance, and my vengeance is just.'" Try as I might, I could not help shuddering at this. A felon's cell! My name mentioned with loathing! 'Twas too horrible. I tried to conquer myself, however, and to tell Tom to go on with his recital. He continued-- "'Does any one know of these things besides you two?' she said at length. "'No,' replied Voltaire. 'No one has had a chance of knowing.'" Tom stopped in his recital, as if he would rather not tell what followed. "What next, Tom?" I cried eagerly. "I am thinking whether it is fair to her to tell you, and yet it is right you should know." "What was it, Tom?" She threw herself down on her knees before us, and besought us to keep the matter in our own hearts. "'It is not true!' she cried; 'Mr. Blake would never do such a thing. There is some mistake. Promise me no word shall be uttered as to this. Mr. Kaffar has left, as he said, and gone back to Egypt. Why, then, should such a terrible suspicion be aroused? I will answer for Mr. Blake's innocence.' "'You answer, Miss Forrest?' cried Voltaire. 'Nay, you cannot. I would I could be merciful, but it must not be. My friend's spirit would haunt me from town to town and land to land.' "'Mr. Temple,' she cried to me, 'you will not tell, will you? You will not spread such a deceptive story about?' "'No,' I replied, 'I will not. Like you, I think there must be a mistake. My friend Justin could never do this.' "'There,' she cried to Voltaire; 'there's only you to be silent. Do it for my sake!'" I could not help feeling a great throb of joy in my heart at this. I was sure now that she loved me. I could bear anything after hearing those words. I was happy in spite of the terrible net that was woven around me. "'For your sake,' said Voltaire--'for your sake I could do almost anything. For your sake I could give up home, friends, happiness, life. Yes, I say this, here, in the presence of my friend Temple. I could forego anything for you. I would sacrifice father and mother for you.'" I gave a great start. "Justin, that man trembled like a leaf. His face became ashy pale; his terrible eyes became brighter than ever.