"Oh, boy—" her voice had sunk to a whisper now, "oh, boy—say you didn't!"
"Hermy—I—can't—"
"Can't?"
"It's—it's all—true. Yes, I did! Oh, Hermy, forgive me."
"Tell me!"
"Oh, forgive me, Hermy, forgive me!" he cried, reaching out and trying to catch her hand. "Yes, I'll tell ye. I—I got in—through th' winder, an' Geoff caught me. But he let me go again—he said he'd never tell nobody if—ah, don't look at me like that!"
"If—what?"
"If I'd bring him back here with me—Hermy, don't! Your eyes hurt me—don't look at me that way."
"So it—is—all—true!"
"Oh, forgive me, forgive me!" he pleaded, throwing himself on his knees before her and writhing in the anguish of remorse. "They doped me, Hermy, I—didn't know what I was doin'—they didn't give me no time t' think. Oh, forgive me, Hermy; Geoff forgave me, an' you must—oh, God, you must, Hermy!" Again he sought to reach her hand, but now it was she who shrank away.