“I did it.”
“If you did it, it is as if I did it, too. We both killed him––and I am a murderer, too. It was because of me you did it, and if you give yourself up to be hung, I will give myself up. Poor Peter––Oh, Richard––I don’t believe he fell over.” For a long moment she sobbed thus. “Where are you going, Richard?” she asked, lifting her head.
“I don’t know, Betty. I may be taken and can go nowhere.”
“Yes, you must go––quick––quick––now. Some one may come and find you here.”
“No one will find me. Cain was a wanderer over the face of the earth.”
“Will you let me know where you are, after you are gone?”
“No, Betty. You must never think of me, nor let me darken your life.”
“Then must I live all the rest of the years without even knowing where you are?”
“Yes, love. Put me out of your life from now on, and it will be enough for me that you loved me once.”