"It won't do to kill her," said Miss Tildy.
"I don't care much if I do."
"We would be tried for murder."
"Who would be our accusers? Who the witnesses? You forget that Jones is not here to testify."
"Ah, and so we are safe."
"Oh, I never premeditate anything without counting the cost."
"But then the loss of property!"
"I'd rather gratify my revenge than have five hundred dollars, which would be her highest market value."
Tell me, honest reader, was not she, at heart, a murderess? Did she not plan and premeditate the deed? Who were her accusers? That God whose first law she had outraged; that same God who asked Cain for his slain brother.
"Now," said Miss Jane, after she had given the poor creature only a few moments relief, "now let me go and see what that wretch has to say about the forks."