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When Rush arrived at the sitting-room of the jail's private suite he found Mrs. Balfame, not in tears as he had nervously anticipated, but distraught, pacing the room, her hands in her disordered hair.
"I am done for! done for! " she cried as Rush hastily closed the door. "It would have been better if I had told the truth in the beginning -- that I _had_ gone out that night. It was not such a bad excuse, -- that I thought I saw a burglar down there, -- and it was God's truth. Or I could have said I was walking about the grounds because I had a headache -- "