Love that the whole world's waters shall not drown
—Swinburne.
Michael could scarce believe his own eyes. The reality had brought him back with irresistible2 force from his day-dream to the tangible3 situation of the moment.
Papa Legros was here with Rose Marie. So much was true; that was no longer in the domain4 of dreams. They had been brought here to add their testimony5 to the lies spoken by the informers.
Torturing devils, whispering in Michael's ears, made this hellish suggestion. With it came an intensity7 of bitterness. He had thought that the old man loved him, yet his appearance here and now seemed like petty vengeance8 wreaked9 on a fallen enemy.
Michael ground his teeth, trying to drive these whispering devils away. He would not—even at a moment such as this—lose if only for an instant his perfect faith in the purity of the woman he loved. If she stood here, it was for a noble purpose. What that purpose could be, not even the mad conjectures10 of his own fevered fancy could contrive11 to imagine; his veins12 were throbbing13 and he could not think. Only the puzzle confronted him now, mocking his own obtuseness14; the laggard15 brain, that had suffered so long, and was now dormant16, unable to guess the riddle17 which could not be aught save one of life or death.
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All he did know was that Rose Marie was standing18 there before all these people, she the very essence of purity and of truth, and that she was being made to swear that she would speak the truth. Was this not a vile19 mockery, masters, seeing that naught20 but what was true could ever fall from her lips?
Now the Attorney-General was questioning her father, with thin, sarcastic21 lips curled in a smile. Rose Marie replied calmly and firmly, interpreting her father's answers, not looking once on the accused, but almost always straight before her, save when she threw a look of encouragement on good Papa Legros, who then would pat her hand with unaffected tenderness.
"And you were present, so the other witness swore in his original information, on the 19th day of April, with him at the tavern23 of the 'Rat Mort' in Paris, and you did on that same evening hear the accused hold converse25 with one who was minister to His Majesty26 the King of France?"
The Attorney-General's voice was metallic27, trenchant28, like a knife; it reached the furthermost distance of the great hall and grated unpleasantly on Michael's ear. He hated to see his beloved standing there before that gaping29 crowd. He cursed the enforced inactivity which made of him a helpless log when with every fibre within him he longed to take her in his arms and carry her away to a secluded30 spot where impious eyes were not raised to her snow-white robes.
"My lord," he interposed loudly, "I have confessed to my guilt31. What this witness may have to say can have naught to do with the plain fact. I am guilty. I have confessed. Cannot your lordship have mercy and pass sentence as soon as may be?"
"Prisoner at the bar," rejoined the Lord Chief Justice,[416] "'tis not for you to dictate32 the procedure of justice. 'Tis my duty to hear every witness who hath testimony to lay before this court. You have confessed your guilt, 'tis true, but on such confession33 the law will not hold you guilty, until you have so been proved; and for the sake of the witnesses who have testified against you, as well as for the sake of justice, we must obtain corroboration34 of their statements."
Then he turned once more to Papa Legros and graciously bade him to make answer to the questions put by the Attorney-General.
Rose Marie, before she spoke6, turned and looked on Michael. Their eyes met across that vast assembly and as in one great vivid flash, each read in those of the other the sublime35 desire for complete sacrifice.
In a moment Michael understood; in that one brief flash and through the unexplainable telepathy which flew from her soul to his, the truth had burst upon him with the appalling36 force of absolute conviction.
She, the woman whom he adored, who was a saint exalted37 in his mind above every other woman on earth, she was about to throw her fair fame, her honour, her purity as a plaything to this crowd of hyena-like creatures, who would fall on the tattered38 remnants of her reputation and tear its last fragments to shreds39.
This she meant to do. This was the grim and sublime answer to the riddle which had so puzzled Michael when first he saw his Rose Marie in this court. She meant to give her honour for his life. She loved him and came here to offer her all—her own, her father's good name, so that he—Michael—should be saved.
The terrible, awful agony of this thought, the mad, tumultuous joy! Here was the moment at last—the one[417] second in the illimitable cycle of time—when if there be mercy in Heaven or on earth, the kiss of Death should bring peace to the miserable40 wastrel41 who had in this brief flash of understanding tasted an eternity42 of happiness.
She loved him and was here to save him! But Heavens above, at what a cost!
He looked round him like some caged beast, determined43 at all hazards to make a mad dash for liberty.
It could not be! No, no; it should not be! Surely God in Heaven could not allow this monstrous44 sacrifice; surely the thunderbolts from above would come down crashing in the midst of this mocking, jeering45 assembly before his exquisite46 snowdrop dragged her immaculate white skirts in the mire47.
What he did or how he fought, Michael himself scarcely knew. What was he but one small, helpless atom in this avalanche48 of callous49 lawmakers? All that he did know was that with all the strength at his command he protested his guilt again and again, imploring50 judgment51, uttering wild words of treason that might secure his own immediate52 condemnation53.
"My lord, my lord," he cried loudly, "in the name of Heaven as you yourself hope for justice hereafter, listen not to these witnesses. I swear to you that they will only confirm what the others have said. I am guilty—thrice guilty, I say—yes, I plotted to murder the king. I plotted to sell England to France and to Rome. I admit the truth of every word the informers have uttered. I am guilty, my lord—guilty—judgment, in Heaven's name—I ask for judgment."
"Prisoner at the bar, I command you to be silent."
Silent, silent when so monstrous a thing was about to happen! As well command the giant waves lashed54 into[418] madness by the fury of the wind to be silent when they break upon the rocks. The Lord Chief Justice commanded the musketeers to restrain this madman, to force him to hold his tongue, to drown his voice with the clatter56 of their arms.
The spectators stared aghast, women gasped57 with fear, the men were awed58 despite themselves in the presence of this raging torrent59 of a man's unbridled passion.
The general impression which this scene had created was of course that the prisoner was dreading61 some awful revelation which these two witnesses might make. He was avowing62 his guilt, therefore he did not hope to escape death; once more the superstitious63 dread60 of witchcraft64 rose in the minds of all. Was the accused—already practically condemned65 for treason—in fear that his death would mean the stake rather than the block?
A close phalanx gathered round the person of the king, who with a cynical66 smile was watching the confusion which occurred round the august majesty of this court. But he waved aside those who would have stood between him and Michael.
"He'll quieten down anon," he said simply, "and if I mistake not, gentlemen, we shall then learn a lesson which throughout our lives we are not like to forget."
Was it accident or design? Had Michael fought like a madman, or had his brain merely given way under an agonizing67 moral blow. Certain it is that suddenly he felt a terrible pain in his head, his senses were reeling, his tongue, parched68 and dry, refused to obey the dictates69 of his will that bade it protest again and again, until his heart could no longer beat, until his last breath had left his body.
He tottered70 and would have fallen but for strong arms[419] that held him up. He felt that irons were being placed on his wrists, that four pairs of hands gripped his arms and shoulders so that he could no longer move. The pain in his head was well-nigh intolerable; he closed his eyes in the vain effort not to swoon.
It was the butt71 end of a musket55 that had rendered him helpless. From the lips of many spectators came loud invectives against the miscreant72 who had dared to strike a peer; vaguely73 reaching the half-unconscious brain came the sound of voices, also the cry from a woman's throat, heard above all the others, uttered with an intensity of agony even as he fell.
With Michael's half-swoon the turmoil74 had somewhat subsided75. The musketeers round him, terrified at their comrade's act, were bathing the prisoner's head with water hastily obtained. The spectators, deeply moved—unable to understand the inner meaning of the strange scene which they had just witnessed—were talking excitedly to one another.
Conjectures, wild guesses, flew from mouth to mouth.
And in the midst of all this noise, and of all the confusion, Rose Marie had remained calm, holding her father by the hand. Only when the dastardly blow felled the fighting lion down, then only did a cry of pain escape her trembling lips. Now when comparative stillness reigned76 around her, she once more faced the judges. Michael was now helpless, she could offer up her sacrifice in peace.
The Lord Chief Justice repeated his question and even as he began speaking complete silence fell upon all.
"Will you swear before this court that on the evening of the nineteenth day of April you were present with Master Pye and Doctor Oates at the hostelry of the 'Rat Mort' in Paris and there on that same evening did hear the[420] accused holding converse with a minister of the King of France?"
"No, milor," replied Rose Marie firmly; "my father was not present on the evening of the nineteenth day of April in the tavern of the 'Rat Mort' in Paris, nor in any other tavern, nor did the accused hold converse on that same evening with a minister of the King of France. And this do I swear in my father's name and mine own."
"But," interposed the Attorney-General in his dry, sarcastic tone, "the former witnesses have sworn that you were there present together with them, when the converse did take place."
"Those witnesses have lied, my lord," spoke Rose Marie.
"Take care, Mistress," admonished77 the Lord Chief Justice, "you do bring a grave charge against those witnesses."
"A grave charge yet a true one, my lord. Yet what they have sworn to is both false and grave."
"Yet are you sworn in as a witness for the Crown."
"And as a witness for the Crown do I speak," rejoined Rose Marie simply, "for the Crown of England is the crown of truth, and my father and I are here for the truth."
"As full an one as you desire, my lords."
"Then pray, Mistress, since you and your father do swear that you were not at the hostelry of the 'Rat Mort' in Paris on the evening of the nineteenth of April, how comes it that you can state so positively79 that the accused did not then and at that place hold treasonable converse with the minister of the King of France, as the other witnesses have testified?"
Rose Marie paused before she answered; it almost[421] seemed as if she wished to wait until all disturbing sounds had died down in the vast hall, so that her fresh and firm voice should ring clearly from end to end.
Then she spoke, looking straight at the judge:
"Because of the truth of the statement, my lord," she said, "to which my father hath already sworn before the magistrate80, and to which he must, it seems, now swear openly before this court, according to the laws of your country. The accused, my lord, could not have been present at a hostelry in Paris, or held converse with a minister of the King of France on the evening of the nineteenth day of April, for on that day did I plight81 my troth to him at the Church of St. Gervais, and he did spend the full day in my father's house. At five o'clock in the afternoon he did journey with me to St. Denis and there remained with me at the hostelry of the 'Three Archangels,' when my father came and fetched me away."
"It is false," came faintly whispered from the lips of the prisoner, whose consciousness only seemed to return for this brief while, that he might register a last protest against the desecration82 of his saint.
Rose Marie's words had rung clearly and distinctly from end to end of the hall. After she spoke, after that protest from the accused, dead silence fell on all. Only the fluttering of the fans came as a strange moaning sound, hovering83 in the over-heated air.
Excitement like the embodiment of a thousand spirits flew across and across on wings widely outstretched—unseen yet tangible. Soon a half-audible curse spoken from beneath the mullioned windows broke the spell of awed silence.
Rupert Kestyon, with rage and shame surging in his heart, fear, too, at the possible consequences of this unex[422]pected interference, muttered angry oaths beneath his breath. Then like the ripple84 of innumerable waves, an hundred exclamations85 rose from every corner of the court. Lord Rochester was seen to whisper animatedly86 to the king. Mistress Peyton turned and held hurried converse with Sir John Ayloffe, who sat at her elbow. A few women tried to titter; the lowering cloud of scandal made vain endeavour to spread itself over the head of that slender girl who stood there before the judge, fearless and impassive beneath this gathering87 tempest of sneers88 and evil words.
She had heard the muttered oath, spoken by lips that she had already learned to dread, and her calm, blue eyes, serene89 as the skies of her native Provence, sought the lonely figure beneath the mullion, and rested on it with a look of challenge and of defiance90. She had meant and desired to be loyal to him, she would have clung to him through sorrow and loneliness, humiliation91 and derision, if need be, but Fate had been too strong for her. The man she loved was in peril92 of his life and could only be saved at the sacrifice of her own loyalty93 and of her honour.
There had never been any conflict within her. The moment she knew how the accusation94 stood against her beloved, she mapped out her course and never swerved95.
Come contumely and disgrace, public scandal and her own undoing96, she was ready for it all. It had been over-easy to guess what had occurred: how Michael had come to be accused of that which was threatening his cousin. Rose Marie understood it, even as if she had been present at the interview between the two kinsmen97, when one man sold his life for the other's loyalty and for her happiness.
All this and more her glance across the court told to Rupert Kestyon. It told him that ready as she had been to follow him even at the cost of her own misery98, she was[423] not ready to pay for his safety with the life of the man whom alone she loved.
Michael may have sinned. He did sin, no doubt, against God and against her, but God of a truth had made him suffer enough. It was Rupert's turn now to pay, and pay he must. Small coin it was, for his child-wife's disgrace, his own humiliation at the inevitable99 scandal and consequent gossip was but small money indeed beside the boundless100 wealth of self-sacrifice which Michael had been ready to throw in his cousin's lap.
Perhaps that something of the magnetism101 which emanated102 from her personality, perhaps the subtle and mysterious magic which Love exercises over all who think and who feel, affected22 these people who were present at this memorable103 scene. Certain it is that there were but very few men and women in this stately hall who did not feel an undefinable sense of sympathy for the three chief actors of the drama which they were witnessing.
The Lord Chief Justice—at best a hard and cynical man of the world, a man on whom history hath cast a mantle104 of opprobrium—was strangely impressed. He had watched the girl very closely whilst she spoke, had noted105 the looks which passed between father and daughter and thence across to the prisoner at the bar, and something of the truth of the soulful sacrifice which all three were prepared to make dawned upon his alert brain.
His words were the first clear tones that rose above the babel of whisperings and titters; he turned directly to Master Legros and addressed him personally, speaking in fluent French.
"Your daughter, Master," he said, "hath made a strange statement. Do you endorse106 its purport107?"
"My daughter spoke the truth, milor," replied Papa[424] Legros quietly, "and I endorse every word which she hath said."
"Upon your oath?"
"On mine oath."
"It is false, my lord," murmured Michael still feebly, but making frantic109 efforts to keep his wandering spirits in bondage110. "It is false, on my soul—I was in Paris—not at St. Denis—the lady is unknown to me—I am guilty."
"You hear the prisoner's protest, Master?" queried111 the judge, once more speaking directly to Legros. "If your statement be true, he is your bitter enemy."
"He did my daughter a great wrong, my lord, but he is an innocent man, unjustly accused of a grave crime. I cannot let him die for that which he hath not done."
"Yet doth he protest his guilt."
"'Tis natural that he should thus protest, my lord. He hath taken on his own shoulders the burden of another. Yet I would have you believe that I would not stand by now, and see my daughter sacrificing her good name for any cause save that of truth."
Papa Legros spoke with so much simplicity112, such perfect dignity, and withal had made so logical a statement, that it seems impossible to imagine that it should not carry at least as much conviction to the minds of judge and jury and of all the assembly as the obviously lying statements of the informers had done. Yet such was the temper of the times, such the wave of intolerant fanaticism113 which had passed over the country, that even whilst good Master Legros was stating so noble and simple a point of truth, the first murmurs114 of dissent115 against him and his daughter rose throughout the hall: whispered words of "foreign papist," of "prejudiced witnesses," of "a wench and her lover," flew from mouth to mouth.
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Rose Marie, whose sensibilities were attuned116 to their highest pitch, felt this wave of antipathy117, even before its first faint echo had actually reached her ears.
She was quite clever enough to know that the simple mention of an actual fact by herself and her father would not be sufficient to turn the tide of judicial118 sympathy back toward Michael, after the perjuries119 of men who had for some time now been exalted into popular heroes; she had, alas120, known only too well that she had not yet reached the summit of that Calvary which she had set herself to climb for the loved one's sake.
There were yet many cups of bitter humiliation which she and her kind father would have to drain ere an innocent man was forbidden to give his life for another, and the first of these was being held to her lips even now by the Attorney-General, as he said, turning once more to her:
"You are aware, Mistress, of these statements to which your father hath sworn in open court. Do you on your own account and independently of your father, add your sworn testimony to his?"
"I do, sir," she replied; "I swear, quite independently of what my father hath said, that on the evening of the 19th day of April, when the false witnesses aver24 that my lord of Stowmaries was in Paris, he was at St. Denis with me."
"You are quite sure of the date?"
"Am I like to forget?"
"Odd's fish!" he retorted, with a sarcastic curl of the lips, "when a pretty wench is in love."
"I am the wife of Rupert Kestyon, formerly121 styled my lord of Stowmaries," she rejoined with calm emphasis. "Had my father kept silent, had he not endeavoured to clear an innocent man of an unjust charge by giving up[426] that which he holds most dear—his daughter's honour and his own good name—had he remained silent, I say, then would the accused have suffered death, my husband would have succeeded to his title and estates, and I would have duly become the Countess of Stowmaries and Rivaulx, the richest, mayhap the most honoured lady in this beautiful land. Think you, then, that 'tis the caprice of wanton love that would make me swear what I did? Think you that—unless truth and honour itself compelled him—my father would lend a hand to the degradation122 of his own child?"
What Michael endured in agony of mind throughout this time, it were almost impossible to conceive. Imagine that type of man—the adventurer, the soldier of fortune, the carver of his own destiny, good or bad, the dictator of his own fate! Imagine that man for the first time in his life rendered absolutely helpless the while his fate, his life, was being decided123 on by others. After those first mad and useless protests, after that wild struggle for freedom of speech, for the right to refuse this whole-hearted sacrifice, this offering of the lily on the altar of love, he had remained silent, with his head buried in his hands, driving his finger nails into his own flesh, longing124 with a mad longing of pain to find a means of ending his own existence here and now, before his snowdrop had suffered the full consequences of her own heaven-born impulse.
Ye gods above! And he—Michael—had doubted her love for him! Fool, fool that he had been, even for a moment, even in thought to give her up to another. He who had ever been ready to account for his own actions, who with the arrogant125 pride of fallen angels had always looked his own sins in the face, grinning, hideous126 monsters though they may have been—how came it that when[427] first she spoke cold words to him he did not then silence them with a kiss, how came it that he did not then and there take her in his arms, defying the laws of men, for the sake of the first, the greatest of God's laws which gives the woman to the man?
Fool that he had been to think of aught save love, and of love alone.
And all the while, Rose Marie, calm and still as the very statue of abnegation, was completing her work of self-immolation. When the Attorney-General-with sneering127 lips and mocking eyes threw discredit128 on those statements which she and her dear father were making at the cost of their own honour, she felt the first terrible pang129 of fear. Not for herself or her future, but for him whom she longed to save and lest her sacrifice be made and yet remain useless. Just for that moment, her serenity130 gave way. She looked all round her on that sea of jeering faces, longing to cry for help, just as with her whole attitude she had until this moment only called for justice.
Once more her eyes lighted on Rupert Kestyon, her husband, throwing him a challenge, which now had almost become a prayer. He could if he would help her even now. She had become naught to him, of course. Whatever he said could not add to her disgrace; but he could help to save Michael if he would.
She met his lowering glance, the look of hatred131 and wrath132 which embraced her and her father, and the obstinate133 set of jaw134 and lips which spoke of the determination to win his own safety, his own advancement135 and the furtherance of his own ambition now and at any cost.
But when the iron determination of a woman who loves, and who fights for the safety of the man she loves, comes in contact with the cold obstinacy136 of a man's ambition,[428] then must the latter yield to the overwhelming strength of the other.
Rupert Kestyon could have saved Michael at cost of his own immediate exaltation, and thus saved Rose Marie a final and complete humiliation, but this, his every look told her that he would not do. Therefore after that quick glance, her eyes no longer challenged him; she feared that if she dragged him forcibly into this conflict with perjury137, his own self-interest would make a stand against justice. Heaven alone knew to what evil promptings his ambition would listen at the moment, when the one life—already so splendidly jeopardised—stood between him and the title and wealth which he coveted138.
She did not know that any one save her father and herself could speak with certainty as to that memorable evening of April nineteenth when she went forth—cruel, cold and resentful—leaving Michael alone and desolate139 at the inn of St. Denis.
Even now the Attorney-General, fresh to the charge, pressed her with his sarcastic comments.
"You speak well, fair Mistress," he said blandly140, "but you know no doubt that your story needs corroboration. Two witnesses who are Englishmen and members of our National Church have sworn that the prisoner spent the evening of April the nineteenth in treasonable converse with an enemy of this country and in their presence; mark you that the accused himself hath confessed to his guilt. Yet do you swear that he spent that day and evening in your company, until so late that a cruel father came and dragged you away from the delectable142 privacy. But with all due acknowledgment to the charm of your presence, Mistress," added Sir William Jones, suddenly dropping his bland141 man[429]ner and speaking with almost studied insolence143, "you must see for yourself that if a wench desires that she be credited, she must above all bear a spotless reputation, and this on your own acknowledgment you flung to the winds, the day that you—avowedly married to Mr. Rupert Kestyon, formerly styled Earl of Stowmaries—did publicly flout144 your marriage vows145 by leaving your father's house in company with the accused. Now justice, though blind, my wench, doth wish to see farther than a minx's tale which mayhap hath been concocted146 to save her gallant147 from the block."
The girl had not winced148 at the insults. Happily her father had not understood them, and the issue at stake was far too great to leave room for vain indignation or even for outraged149 pride. What bitter resentment150 she felt was for Michael's sake. She knew how every insolent151 word uttered by that bland cynic in the name of the law and of justice, would strike against the already-overburdened heart of the man who loved her with such passionate152 adoration153. The impotence that weighed on Michael now was of a truth the most bitter wrong to bear in the midst of all this misery. Samson bound and fettered154 was helpless in the hands of the Philistines155. Prometheus chained to the rock saw the vultures hovering over him and the eagles pecking at his heart.
"As to that, sir," replied Rose Marie quietly, after a brief pause, "these honourable156 gentlemen here whom you call the jury will have to judge for themselves as to who hath lied: those other witnesses or I—they who have everything to gain, or I and my father, who have everything to lose. But you say that the justice of this land will need corroboration of our statements ere she turns to right an[430] innocent man. This corroboration, sir, you shall have, an you will tell me what form it shall take."
"Some other witness of the prisoner's presence in your company at the inn of St. Denis during the day and evening of April nineteenth," retorted Sir William Jones brusquely.
"I know only of the innkeeper himself and his wife," she rejoined. "Simple folk to whose testimony—seeing the temper of the people of England just now—you would scarce give credence157, mayhap."
"Mayhap not," quoth the Attorney-General mockingly.
"Yet think again, Mistress," interposed the Lord Chief Justice not unkindly, "corroboration the law must have—if not to right the innocent then to punish the guilty."
The young girl's eyes closed for a moment. She clung to her father in pathetic abandonment; beads158 of perspiration159 stood on her forehead; her eyes were dry and hot and her throat parched. But for Papa Legros' presence mayhap her magnificent calm would have deserted160 her then. She drew herself together, however, and a look of understanding passed between father and daughter. Then the tailor drew a paper from his pocket.
It was a large and heavy document and it bore two huge seals engraved161 with the arms of the Holy See. This Papa Legros gave into an usher's hand, who in his turn handed it up to the Lord Chief Justice.
"What is this paper?" queried His Lordship.
"It is a dispensation, my lord," replied Rose Marie firmly, "signed by His Holiness the Pope, as you will see. It was granted to my husband, Rupert Kestyon, then styled my Lord of Stowmaries and Rivaulx, giving him leave to avail himself of the laws of England, which would, on his request, annul162 his marriage with one Rose Marie Legros[431], who did on the nineteenth day of April, 1678, break her sworn marriage vows by contracting with Michael Kestyon a—"
But even as the awful words trembled on the girl's lips, Michael's restraint completely gave way. Despite the soldiers around him—who of a truth were taken by surprise—despite the hopeless futility163 of his former attempt—he broke through the rank of musketeers who were surrounding him, and with a cry as that of a wild animal wounded unto death, he bounded forward to where his snowdrop stood, and with one arm round her, pressing her to him with all the strength of passion held in check so long, he, with the other hand placed upon her mouth, smothered164 the word which would have escaped her lips.
"My lord, my lord," he cried, "is this justice? Sire, you are here present! Where is your kingly power? Will you not stop this desecration of the purest, holiest thing on earth? Are we in the torture chambers165 of our forefathers166 that men in England will listen unmoved to this?"
He had taken the guard so completely by surprise that the men were still standing mute and irresolute167, the while the prisoner with defiant168 head erect169 challenged the king himself to intervene. He had sunk on one knee, his arm still round the form of his beloved. No one would have dared to touch him then, for he was like a wild beast defending its mate.
Rose Marie's strength had indeed failed her at last; when she felt herself falling against the breast of the man whom she so ardently170 loved, all her calm, all her resolution suddenly gave way. Once more she was the woman, the pure, tender-hearted, gentle-nurtured child, content to rest in the protecting arms of her lord, content to live for his happiness, or to share his disgrace.
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"If I feared you before, my lord—meseems that I could love you now," her cold lips seemed to murmur108 the echo of the very first words of love which they had ever uttered.
And a groan171 of agony escaped the poor blackguard's overburdened heart. No longer splendid now, no longer defiant or proud—but humbled172 from his self-exalted state of arrogant manhood. And she, the slender water-lily, had of her own free will allowed the mud of a polluted world to soil the exquisite whiteness of her gown. She had descended173 from her lofty pedestal of saint-like aloofness174, in order to link her fate to his—her sins to his—her life and love to his own. Fate and the overwhelming love of a woman had conquered his will.
"I am a man and what I do, I do!"
"No!" love triumphant175 had retorted, "for what I command that must thou do. I am the ruler, thou my slave! Whoever thou art, I am thy master and the arbiter176 of thy destiny!"
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resentment
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adoration
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credence
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futility
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defiant
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ardently
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groan
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aloofness
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