But at the time I thought he was going to be lame all the rest of his life, and perhaps that is the reason I did what I did.

When everything was in confusion in the house, and it was certain that we would all have to leave, I did a very wicked thing.

I went to your room, and I stole some of your rings, and some money that was there, as well as a lot of other things that were in the room.

It seemed to me then, although, of course, I know now how wicked it was, that you owed John something for what he had gone through, and I thought that he was to be lame, and that you would never miss the things; but, oh! madam, I have not slept a night since I took them.

I have been afraid of the police and afraid of being found out.