It made me mad, and the opportunity
offered--the gun was there, and I shot you. God forgive me, I think
that I have suffered more than you did. Oh! when day after day I saw
you lying there and did not know if you would live or die, I thought
that I should have gone mad with remorse and agony!"
He listened so far, and then suddenly walked across the room towards
the bell. She placed herself between him and it.
"What are you going to do?" she said.
"Going to do? I am going to send for a policeman and give you into
custody for attempted murder, that is all."
She caught his arm and looked him in the face. In another second she
had loosed it.
"Of course," she said, "you have a right to do that. Ring and send for
the policeman, only remember that nothing is known now, but the whole
truth will come out at the trial."
This checked him, and he stood thinking.
"Well," she said, "why don't you ring?"
"I do not ring," he answered, "because on the whole I think I had
better let you go. I do not wish to be mixed up with you any more. You
have done me mischief enough; you have finished by attempting to
murder me. Go; I think that a convent is the best place for you; you
are too bad and too dangerous to be left at large."
"/Oh!/" she said, like one in pain.
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