I am at the end." Still Lot Gordon looked up at her silently.
Then Madelon made a quick motion in the folds of her skirt, and there was the long gleam of a hunting-knife above the man in the bed.
Margaret Bean, standing by the door, shrieked faintly, but she did not stir.
"I have tried everything," said Madelon.

"This is the last.

Speak, or I will make your speaking of no avail.

I will strike again, and this time they shall find me beside you and not Burr.

My new guilt shall prove my old, and they will hang me and not him.