A lovely colour stole into her cheeks.

“You are kind, Euan. And it is true — though — “ and she shrugged her shoulders, “what other man would credit it?” She lifted her head a little and looked at me with clear, proud eyes:

“Well, let them say what they may in fort and barracks twixt this frontier and Philadelphia. The truth remains that I have been no man’s mistress and am no trull. Euan, I have starved that I might remain exactly what I am at this moment. I swear to you that I stand here unsullied and unstained under this untainted sky which the same God made who fashioned me. I have known shame and grief and terror; I have lain cold and ill and sleepless; I have wandered roofless, hunted, threatened, mocked, beset by men and vice. Soldiers have used me roughly —