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"They had exchanged tokens. He had parted with this knife to your husband. It is the damning link, to which I'll swear. The Court is my Court, and my testimony will be final. I hang your Louis, Madame -- twist a saintly neck to save a rake's. Well, let it be. Women have these _penchants_."
His vile innuendoes passed her by. White, withered in the scorching blast, the exaltation of her purpose kept her still erect, and steadfast to the end on which she'd staked her soul. Herself, in that foredoom, counted no longer for anything. She would save her love, her saint, though all the dogs of hell combined to pull him down.