At least, they need never know my shame--never know that I have broken the heart of an angel, who gave herself to me, body and soul--attempted the life of a man whose shoes I am not worthy to unloose--never know that I have killed my own child!--that a blacker brand than Cain's is on my brow!--Never know--Oh, my God, what care I?
Let them know all, as long as I can have done with shams and affectations, dreams, and vain ambitions, and he just my own self once more, for one day, and then die!" And he burst into convulsive weeping.
"No, Tom, do not comfort me! I ought to die, and I shall die.

I cannot face her again; let her forget me, and find a husband who will--and be a father to the children whom I neglected! Oh, my darlings, my darlings! If I could but see you once again: but no! you too would ask me where I had been so long.

You too would ask me--your innocent faces at least would--why I had killed your little brother!--Let me weep it out, Thurnall; let me face it all! This very misery is a comfort, for it will kill me all the sooner." "If you really mean to go to Whitbury, my poor dear fellow," said Tom at last, "I will start with you to-morrow morning.

For I too must go; I must see my father." "You will really ?" asked Elsley, who began to cling to him like a child.
"I will indeed.

Believe me, you are right; you will find friends there, and admirers too.