"Never, never," she answered; she fell flat on her face on the floor.
Awdrey went to her and tried to raise her up.
"Come," he said, "I have looked into the very heart of evil, and I cannot go on with it—whatever the consequence we must both tell the truth—and we will do it together; come at once."
"You don't know what will happen to you," said Hetty. She shivered as she lay prone before him.
"No matter—nothing could happen so bad as shutting away the face of God. I'll tell all, and you must tell all. No more lies for either of us. We will save our souls even if our bodies die."
"The pain—the pain in my side," moaned Hetty.
"It will be better after we have gone through what is before us. Come, I'll take your hand."
She gave it timidly; the Squire's fingers closed over it.
"Where are we to go?" she asked. "Where are you taking me?"
"Come with me. I'll speak. Presently it will be your turn—after they know all, all the worst, it will be your turn to speak."