But Alyna was determined that if there was trouble she would tell the truth. Even if it meant that she must be hanged for the crime, she would not let Lord Dorrington suffer on her behalf.
When finally he appeared, she ran towards him with a little cry.
He saw the anxiety in her face, the pallor of her cheeks, and before she reached him, he said,
“It’s all right.”
“The man is – dead?”
“He is dead,” Lord Dorrington replied. “It was a very good shot, Alyna.”
“But you are not to take the blame!” Alyna cried. “I must tell the Magistrate – I did it!”
Before Lord Dorrington could speak, she added hesitatingly,
“Will it mean – I might be hanged?”
“If it did, would you still tell the truth?” Lord Dorrington asked.
“Of course!” Alyna replied. “I could not let you suffer for me.”
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