“Have you met him at night?”
The girl, although, knowing it compromised her, said softly, “Yes.”
“Late at night or early in the morning?”
Again she faltered as she replied, “Both.”
“Were you two alone?”
“Yes.”
“Did he employ embraces or kisses toward you?”
Still lower, hardly above a whisper, “Yes; but we are engaged.”
“Did he caress you, feeling over your person with his hands—like this?”
The priest’s hands were upon her, and he was taking liberties no other man had ever done. She tried to arise from the cushion where she knelt, but strong arms about her prevented. Then the priest stepped from the confessional and held her in his arms.