"How can I die better than shriving a fellow sinner?"
That was true. The heroic woman turned to the man who still kept up his monotonous appeal.
"The man next to you," she said, "dying like you, is a priest."
"Father," cried the first man with sudden strength. "I must confess before I die."
"Lift me up," said the priest.
The woman slipped her arm about his shoulders and raised him.
"The sister?" began the other.
"I shall be blind and deaf," said the woman.
"Speak on," whispered the priest.
"I have been a great sinner—there isn't time to confess all."