"And I was right," said the doctor, "wasn't I?"
"You're sure, now?" and the girl's tone was almost angry. "You're sure I can't live?"
"You can live but a few hours, Emily."
"And can onybody do owt to me if I tell you summat now?"
"No; no one can do anything."
"Weel, then, look 'ere—I killed Ned Wilson!"
Although Dr. White expected this, the words made him shudder.
"I've ne'er said a word to onybody," went on the girl. "I believe my mother guessed, but she's noan one to talk, is mother. Besides, I've been very poorly. But I've ne'er said a word to onybody, although I could see by yar questions that you thought I knowed summat about it. I'm going to tell you everything now. I don't want Mr. Paul Stepaside to die when it can do no good. If I were going to live, I'd ha' let him die, no matter what happened; but now—— It wur like this 'ere——"
"Wait," said the doctor. "I want someone to come and listen to what you have to say."
"Nay, nay; I'll tell no one but you."