He would not let me touch him.
He told me to go back; that it was all over.

I crept back.

By the mercy of God I had left a door ajar.

I crept back to my room, and none knows that I ever left it except he and I and you.

Bawn, am I not mad to tell you such a story?
You, an innocent girl! I must be mad to tell my shame to any one when it might die with him and be buried with me." "The mercy of God met you at every step and saved you," I said, feeling how little equal I was to the task of comforting her.
"Of course you despise me," she said: and the hard misery was gone out of her eyes and voice; "but I have confessed.