He had on him, he said, a fatal illness, and if he did not get this--he must die." Her voice shook.

"He must die! Now God help him!" "You took it." "I took it." Her face, as her eyes dropped before his, betrayed trouble and doubt.

"I took it," she continued, trembling.

"If I have done wrong, God forgive me.

For I stole it." His face betrayed his amazement, but he did not release her hands.
"Why ?" he said.
"To give it to her," she answered.