I was mad to go upon such an adventure, but I meant no ill.

I had not one thought that I could not have cried out from the housetops, and he had in his heart--he had what you saw.

But you repent that you killed him--by accident, it was by accident.

Do you realise how many times others have been trapped by him as was I?
Do you not see what he was--as I see now?
Did he not say as much to me before you came, when I was dumb with terror?
Did he not make me understand what his whole life had been?
Did I not see in a flash the women whose lives he had spoiled and killed?
Would I have had pity?
Would I have had remorse?
No, no, no! I was frightened when it was done, I was horrified, but I was not sorry; and I am not sorry.

It was to be.
It was the true end to his vileness.