He heard Oldring whisper and saw him sway like a log and fall.

Then a million bellowing, thundering voices--gunshots of conscience, thunderbolts of remorse--dinned horribly in his ears.

He had killed Bess's father.

Then a rushing wind filled his ears like a moan of wind in the cliffs, a knell indeed--Oldring's knell.
He dropped to his knees and hid his face against Bess, and grasped her with the hands of a drowning man.
"My God!...

My God!...