"You must give yourself up to justice and take the punishment of the law. And so you will be redeemed, and God will forgive you."
He listened, and then said:
"And such is to be the end of our love, Mona, born in the hour of its death. You, even you, give me up to justice."
"Don't say that. You will be redeemed by atonement. When Ewan was killed it was woe enough, but that you are under God's wrath is worse than if we were all, all slain."
"Then we must bid farewell. The penalty of my crime is death."
"No, no; not that."
"I must die, Mona. This, then, is to be our last parting."
"And even if so, it is best. You must make your peace with God."
"And you, my last refuge, even you send me to my death. Well, it is right, it is just, it is well. Farewell, my poor girl; this is a sad parting."
"Farewell."