MY LADY OF THE SOUTH
"Yes," he almost sobbed, his head lowered, "she knew. I heard of it from one of ther workmen, and talked of it with her, but I can't believe it of Maria; I can't believe it. If she has ever done such an act she's insane." He stared about into the darkness, apparently dazed. "Who else saw her? Did any one else see her?"
"Only Jean Denslow."
"She saw her, and said nothing?—there was no recognition?"
"There was not a word said, Daniels. Miss Denslow appeared horrified at the face, but I am sure there was no recognition."
He buried his face in his hands, swaying on his feet like a drunken man, and I could hear his heavy breathing. I had never before supposed the man capable of such feeling, and his total surrender touched me deeply. Perhaps here and now was the opportunity to end this century feud, to bring the warring factions to some mutual understanding.
"See here, Daniels," and T grasped him by the arm, compelling him to lift his face to the light. "I am not ready to think this was the work of your wife. But there ought to be some way to settle it. Would Jean Denslow know her?"
"Yes."
"Then come with me to Jean Denslow. You are surely not afraid to meet her, and she will tell the truth."
"But you say ther house is under guard."
"True; but the soldiers don't know you. Miss Dens-
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