"You cannot fasten that upon me.

I am not mad at all, and I will show you what it is to be sane, for I know that every word of what Bosio told Don Teodoro was true.

I was foolish not to believe it at once--it almost cost my life to believe you better than you are." "He was quite insane," muttered Gregorio, in almost imbecile repetition of what his wife had said.
Matilde made another great effort to impose her remaining strength upon the young girl.
"Whether you are mad or not, you shall not stand there accusing me of monstrous crimes!" she cried, moving a step towards Veronica, and raising her hand with a menacing gesture.
"Shall not ?" repeated Veronica, proudly, and instead of retreating she advanced calmly to meet her aunt.
"Would you not rather that I accused you here, and proved you guilty and let you go free, than that I should do as much in a court of justice?
You know what the end of that would be--penal servitude for you both--and unless--" she paused, for she was growing hot and she wished to speak with coolness.
"Unless ?" Matilde uttered the one word scornfully, still facing her.
"Unless you will confess the truth, here, before I leave the house, I will do what I can to have you both convicted," said Veronica.

"That is your only chance.

That or the galleys.Choose.You are thieves and murderers.