“It was for Isabella,” whispered Roy, “and I shall kill you again!”
Another island fell into the sea. The ice of the north waved and crashed. None of them heard it.
Father Renaudin came to draw Isabella from Roy’s side.
“I will not leave him!” said she, clinging fast to the arm of a murderer.
For woman’s love does not change for spheres or stars, neither for murders!
“Can it be possible that it was for jealousy that you struck?” exclaimed Regan.
“Yes!”
“How could you be so mistaken? Isabella is my sister! I supposed you were aware of the fact! There is another woman whom I love! Her name is Rondah!”
“Oh! why not have told me this? The misery of years has been so terrible! A word would have saved me! I need not have stood under the light of two suns a murderer—I, Roy Lee!”
Remorse, agony, shame! But nothing could undo the deed! It was committed! Not even a death to come, when it could be, at least, forgiven! No death upon the star! Always a murderer!