Chapter 17 A WOMAN'S VICTORY.

"My heart hath melted at a lady's tears."-King John.

A shrill whistle roused Marryott from his sleep. He sprang to his feet. The fire was quite low now; some hours must have passed. The whistle was repeated; it came from outside the house, beneath the window. Marryott threw open the casement, letting in a dash of wind and snow, and leaned out. B