heroic deaths are long remembered, thieves and drunks and

"Who is zere?" he whispered back.

The voice seemed for a moment to hesitate, and then answered--

He started so audibly that again she breathed peremptorily--

"Hush! Lie still till I come back. You--you don't deserve it, but I want to save you from the disgrace of arrest."

"Ach, zank you--mine better angel!" he murmured, with a fervor that seemed not unpleasing to his rescuer.

"You really are a nobleman in trouble?"

"And didn't mean anything really wrong?"

More kindly than before she murmured--

Great!（69）