"How would you return it, then?"
"I should make a parcel of it, and send it."
"Without saying anything about it?"
"Yes. Where's the good? The man would have his own."
"No, he would not. He has a right to your confession, for you have wronged him. That would never do."
"You are too hard upon me," she said, beginning to weep angrily.
"Do you want to get the weight of this sin off your mind?" I said.
"Of course I do. I am going to die. O dear! O dear!"
"Then that is just what I want to help you in. You must confess, or the weight of it will stick there."
"But, if I confess, I shall be expected to pay it back?"