Why did you not kill him ?" "Kill him! My brother!" "And why not ?"--with a quick gleam of her white teeth.

"He would have killed you.

I know him, and I read it in his eyes.

Had I had your staff I would have tried--aye, and done it, too." She shook her clenched white hand as she spoke, and her lips tightened ominously.
"I am already sad in heart for what I have done," said he, sitting down on the bank, and sinking his face into his hands.

"God help me!--all that is worst in me seemed to come uppermost.