"Yes," he murmured, "I want to give—all."
She lowered her voice, and it thrilled him.
"It won't help to give your money—you must give yourself. We don't want charity."
He said nothing for a moment; and then strength rose in him.
"I'll tell you why I came…. I felt I had to…. I felt that you were accusing me. I know I am guilty. I have come here to be"—he smiled strangely—"sentenced."
She drew closer.
"You came here for that?"
"Yes."
She rose and took a step either way. She gazed on him, and suddenly she broke down and cried, her hands to her face.
"O God," she sobbed, "when will all this be over? When will we get rid of this tragedy? I can't stand it longer."