"Yes, yes," cried the girl.
"I think I see it all now—I think I understand," he faltered.
"Forgive me!" cried the girl.
He seemed hardly to see her.
"I have been left in this room insensible, and the impostor who resembles me—where is he now?"
He struggled with the sickness that was mastering him. His brain reeled. The palms of his hands became damp. He staggered and leaned against the wall.
"Rest ye a bit, my lad," said Gubblum. "You'll be gitten stanch agen soon."
He recovered his feet. His face was charged with new anger.
"And the wicked woman who trapped me to this house is still here," he said, in a voice thick with wrath.
"Forgive me! forgive me!" wept the girl at his feet.