I'm glad I killed him.

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Oh! Let me alone! For pity's sake let me alone! I _can't_ confess! Don't you see that I can't confess?
There's Margaret.
I must keep her---afterwards when she knows me better I'll tell her." As he faced Bunning's staring glasses, the thought came to Him, "Am I going mad ?--Has it been too much for me ?---Mad ?" He stopped, wheeled round, caught the table with both hands, and leaned over to Bunning, who stood, his mouth open, his cap and gown still on.
Olva very gravely said: "Come in, Bunning.