She gasped and stared.
"My God! No, I haven't."
"Sometimes I have, Sarah Jane."
Her eyes rested on him in profound and horrified amazement.
"You can say that! Believing in God has brought you to that! Then I wish you'd never come to it, Hilary Woodrow."
"I have almost felt that if I lived very much longer, I might tell him."
"You won't live much longer afterwards, if you do. He's said to me in naked words, that 'tis no sin to kill them as have done what we have done. His Bible is behind him."
"Nevertheless, if you were dead, I should tell Brendon."
"I'm not dead, and I don't want to die. You—you to say this awful thing to me! I feel as if I was going mad. I can't believe it. I won't believe 'tis you talking. You—knowing all you know!"
Something akin to indignation trembled in her voice; and he marked it and felt shame.