“And when they both love, should anything be permitted to come between them?”
“Oh, nothing! nothing!” said Miss Sabrina, with fervor. “That is, of course, when there is no barrier; when it would be no crime.”
“What is crime?” demanded Eve, looking at her sombrely. “I don’t think I know.”
“Surely the catechism tells us, doesn’t it?”
“What does it tell?”
Miss Sabrina murmured reverently: “Idolatry, isn’t it?—and blasphemy; desecration of the Lord’s Day and irreverence to parents; murder, adultery, theft; falsehood and covetousness.”
“And which is the worst? Murder?”
“I suppose so.”
“Have you ever spoken to a murderer?”
“Heaven forbid!” said Miss Sabrina. She glanced with suffused eyes towards Ferdie’s grave. “It is such a comfort to me to think that though he was in effect murdered, those poor ignorant nig-roes had probably no such intention; it was not done deliberately, by some one who wished to harm him.”