“What have you done, that deserves that I should kill you?”
“Kill me! only kill me! pray kill me!” He spread out his hands towards me with a gesture of intreaty.
“Hector, what means this agitation? what has happened? You terrify me beyond expression.”
“Must I speak?” replied he. “Must I be the accuser of my guilty self?” He burst into an agony of tears.
“Would I were dead! Would I had been torn into a thousand pieces, before this had happened! Indeed, sir, I am innocent! I thought no harm! Indeed it is not my fault!”
“What have you done? Whence come these bruises and this wound?”
“It is all my fault! It is all my doing,—nobody else! Why will you not kill me?”
“Hector, I cannot bear this uncertainty. Recollect yourself! Be pacified! and tell your story!”
“Will you forgive me?”