Vera.
And am I to murder some one? Who is it?
Carlyon.
Vera, you are sobbing like a hysterical girl. Look things in the face! There is no question of murder.
Vera.
Oh! it is all murder! [Gets up.] There is nothing but murder! You have done too much, and they are crowding from their graves against you. There is no escape—oh, thank God, there is no escape! Now I can forgive you everything; you have only to suffer and let them hunt you to death!
Carlyon.
[Rising.] No escape? Is it Adene and two half mad natives you are afraid of?
Vera.
Oh, make me see that what you did was right! I shall believe everything. Only I am weak, and I can't bear it if you leave me without help.