His death can
do us no good. It can do you no good--I--I--couldn't live and know
that I had killed the man I love--"
"You haven't killed him. He has forfeited his life a thousand times in
his work as a spy."
"I sent for you. I caused his betrayal. I shall be responsible if he
dies--"
Again the little head drooped in pitiful suffering. She lifted it at
last with a smile.
"Dick, you're too big and generous for low revenge. You hate this man.
But you love me. I know that. I'm proud and grateful for it. I appeal to
the best that's in you. Save my life and his--"
"You couldn't live if he should die, Jennie?" the man asked tenderly.
"Not if he should die in this way--"
The Captain struggled and hesitated.
Again her hand touched his arm.
"I ask the big divine thing of you, Dick?"
"It's hard. I've won and you take my triumph from me. For two years I've
given body and soul to the task of unmasking this man."
"I'm asking his life--and mine--" the pleading voice repeated.
"I'll give him up on one condition--"
"What?"
The Captain held her gaze in silence a moment.
"That you send him back to the North and put him out of your life
forever!"
Jennie laughed softly through her tears.
"You big, generous, foolish boy--you might have left that to me--"
"All right," he hastened to agree.
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