The voice was that of Anthony.
He had seen Luke, he knew in what condition he might expect to find her; and he had come to the house to see her, to let her light unsuspecting on him, in the hopes that the surprise might rouse her, and change the tenor of her thoughts.
He looked at her with love and pity in his heart, in his eyes, and with a choking in the throat.
Urith remained standing where she had risen from her bowed position, and for a long time kept her eyes steadily fixed on him; but there was neither surprise nor pleasure in them.
Presently she said slowly, with a wave of her hand, "No! I am not deceived. Anthony is dead. I killed him."
Then she averted her face, and at once fell into her usual trance-like condition.
CHAPTER LV. FATHER AND SON AGAIN.
Anthony sat in the house of his cousin Luke, his head in his hand. Bessie had come there to see him. She had been told of his return, and Luke had advised her to meet him at the parsonage.
"O Tony!—dear, dear Tony! I am so glad you are back. Now, please God, all things will go better."