Could it be that Margaret and Rupert living, although unconsciously, in the shadow all their lives of just this crime, breathing the air of it, and breathing it too with the other air of love and affection--that they had thus, all unknowing, been quietly prepared?
Or had they, each of them, their especial reason for excusing it?
Mrs.Craven from her great knowledge, Rupert from his great weariness, Margaret from her great love?
At last Margaret got up and sat down in a chair away from him.
"Olva dear, you ought to have told me.

If we had married and you had not told me---" "I was so terribly afraid of losing you." "But it gives me now," her voice was almost triumphant, "something to share with you, something to help you in, something to fight with you.
Now I can show you how much I love you.
"How could you have supposed that I would mind?
Do you think that a woman, if she loves a man, cares for anything that he may do?
If you had killed a hundred men in Sannet Wood I would have helped you to bury them.

The thing that a woman demands most of love is that she may prove it.

I know that murder has a dreadful sound--but to meet your enemy face to face, to strike him down because you hated him--" Her voice rose, her eyes flashed--she raised her arms--"You must pay for it, Olva--but we shall pay together." He knew now, as he watched her, that he had a harder thing to do than he had believed possible.
"No," he said, and his eyes could not face hers, "we can't pay together--I must go alone." She laughed a little.

"How can you go alone if we are together ?" "We shall not be together.