“You want to know?” And now she was laughing with her blood dark lips: and her eyes were stiff in amaze.
“What horror is this I have done? How could I?... Have you merely caught my madness?”
... Her stiff eyes on me.
“How could I murder him with my body absent, with my mind innocent? Are we both mad, Mrs. Landsdowne? I want to know! God, have I not crucified myself to know? What have I done?”
“What are you doing now?”
The words were terrible to me. They came low and calm, it was as if her eyes were speaking in their stiff amaze. But her words released a chaos in my flesh. My nerves in panic rushed in myriad ways, so that my flesh seemed a delirium of motion.
“What are you doing now?”
I arose. Faintness spread like a death from my heart, and I sank back in my chair.
“What am I doing now?... Will you help me to know? Will you help me to save me?” I pleaded: my shred of energy forced into voice.
She laid her hands upon the table.