She trembled and said brokenly:
"Mr. Murray—you never wronged me—and I have nothing to forgive."
"Do you still believe me an unprincipled hypocrite?"
"Oh! no, no, no!"
"Do you believe that my repentance has been sincere, and acceptable to my insulted God? Do you believe that I am now as faithfully endeavoring to serve Him, as a remorseful man possibly can?"
"I hope so, Mr. Murray."
"Edna, can you trust me now?"
Some seconds elapsed before she answered, and then the words were scarcely audible.
"I trust you."
"Thank God!"