"I slew him not."
"Liar! Liar! Even here, on this very spot, on this very night years agone, he came upon his death at your hand!"
"Listen! I heard you: now, hearken to me.... On that night, but before it was dark, we met, here. It is true. True also that there was fear and hate between us. But as God hears me, as God sees me, as God hath stricken me blind and gloomed the bitter life of me, I did not put his death upon him!"
"Anabal!"
Her breath came hot against his face.
"Anabal!"
No word, no sign. He knew by the passage of her breath that she looked now this way and now that: behind him, beside, beyond.
She saw that they were standing now on the extreme of the slippery ledge that overhung the seething depths. No longer did she make any attempt to resist him. Death called out of the pool. She made no effort to save either him or herself.
"Anabal!"
Mechanically she moved her arms as though to free herself. She felt his hold slacken.