“Well, perhaps you be right. Well, then, ask her to forgive me.”
“She will do that, poor girl, without the asking.”
“An’ she was fond o’ him?”
“Of who?”
“Mr. Philip.”
“Ah, surely, that she were—more’s the pity.”
“Yes, more’s the pity for all of us.”
“I will tell her what you say.”
“An’ you may tell her and maister that I aint so much to blame as people suppose. I never meant any harm to Mr. Philip, and never should ha’ dun any harm to him if the witch who had me in her power had not made me go to Dennett’s-lane on that fatal night.”
He still insisted that he was in the power of an evil counsellor at the time he committed the murder, and this belief he clung to even when he ascended the scaffold.