A dispute arose between them, the boy fell or was pushed overboard, and though the creek was quite shallow, and he was known to be able to swim, he was never seen from that time.
This was the story which had been whispered about until Mrs.Costello heard it, and which now returned to her mind with horrible force.

A murderer, a double, a treble murderer--( for was not Christian dying from the consequences of _his_ guilt ?); she felt at that moment no resignation, but a fierce desire to push aside all the cruel, complete, _false_ evidence, and force justice to recognize the true criminal.
"Coward that I am!" she cried in her heart.

"But I will at least do what I can.

To-morrow I will let the truth about myself be known, and try whether that cannot be made to help me to the other truth.

To-morrow, to-morrow!" She reached home exhausted, yet sustained by a new energy, and told Lucia her story and her determination.