With the yielding of the certificate, Luzanne seemed suddenly to lose
self-control. She sank on the bed beside the wall with a cry of
distress.

"Mon Dieu--oh, Mon Dieu!" Then she sprang to her feet. "Give it back,
give it back tome," she cried, with frantic pain. "It's all I have of
him--it's all I have."

"I won't give it back," declared Junia quietly. "It's a man's career,
and you must let it go. It's the right thing to do. Let it stand,
mademoiselle."

She fully realized the half-insane mind and purpose of the girl, and she
wrapped her arms around the stricken figure.

"See, my dear," she said, "it's no use. You can't have it back. Your
soul is too big for that now. You can be happy in the memory that you
gave Carnac back his freedom."

"But the record stands," said the girl helplessly. "Tell the truth and
have it removed. You owe that to the man who saved your life. Have it
done at once at Shipton."

"What will you do with the certificate?" She glanced at Junia's bosom
where the paper was hidden. "I will give it to Carnac, and he can do
what he likes with it."

By now the tears were streaming down the face of Luzanne Larue, and hard
as it was for Junia, she tried to comfort her, for the girl should be got