"He was begging for two—I might have given them both—it's possible, of course."
He gazed at her with a look of pity.
"I know that you did. Nan, know it as certainly as if I stood by your side and saw you press it to his lips."
"You know, Jim?" she cried feebly, her head drooping low.
"And you have no consciousness of crime in the act?"
"I only did what he wished. I couldn't know that it would be fatal."
"And you feel no remorse?"
"Why should I? His death seemed only a question of days——"
The woman began to sob.
"My only crime has been my love!"