I think--she--would forgive.

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Will you ?" "Yes." He bent and took the wounded man's hand, in his.
"If I knew--if I _knew_--" he said, and his burning eyes searched the bloodless face beneath him.
"God ?" he whispered--"if it were true----" A surgeon shouldered him aside, glanced sharply at the patient, motioned the bearers forward.
Berkley sat down by the roadside, bridle in hand, head bowed in his arms.