“In her name, then, I ask you—as you will have to answer at the bar of the divine tribunal—have you endeavoured to take away her life by poison?”
The wretched woman made an effort to speak; but her power of utterance completely failed her.
“Since you do not deny the charge, I hold you guilty,” he said.
“I am guilty,” she replied. “The attempt has been twice made.”
“Twice!” ejaculated Chetwynd. “Had you no pity on her?”
“None,” replied Teresa. “My heart was hardened. She stood in my way, and I did not hesitate to remove her.”
“Horrible!” exclaimed Chetwynd. “But your murderous design has failed. She will recover.”
“You may not believe me when I tell you I am glad to hear it,” replied Teresa. “Nevertheless, it is so. The infernal fire that burnt for a time so fiercely in my breast is extinguished. I had listened to the promptings of the Evil One, and bartered my soul to him for worldly gain that will profit me nothing. If I could, I would pray for Mildred's recovery; but Heaven would not listen to me.”
“You cannot judge of the extent of Heaven's mercy. If your repentance is sincere, you may be forgiven.”
“Alas! I have sinned too deeply! I have no hope for the future; but I have striven to make atonement for my crimes.”