There was a bitter tone to his voice that did not fail to have its effect.
"Don't ask me, August," she returned sadly. "I have no right to think on that subject, it is a question that rests between you and your God."
"But do you believe me guilty?"
"Are you guilty? Tell me truly," she cried, suddenly, looking up into his haggard face in a way that thrilled him to the quick.
"Will you believe me if I swear—"
"No, no, do not mar your word with an oath, August," she interrupted, quickly. "I will believe you without that."
"May Heaven bless you, Rose," he cried, in a relieved tone. "I am as innocent as you are of that murder."
"Then go. Do not be found here another minute. The evidence will convict you, and I do not wish to see you die."
She pushed him from her with a trembling hand.
"One kiss, darling."