XXXIX
THE OUTCOME OF A GREAT CRIME
"Leave her to Heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge
To prick and sting her."
Hamlet
"For she is wise, if I can judge of her;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she has proved herself;
And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul."
Merchant of Venice.
"OH, ELEANORE!" I cried, as I made my way into her presence, "are you prepared for very good news? News that will brighten these pale cheeks and give the light back to these eyes, and make life hopeful and sweet to you once more? Tell me," I urged, stooping over her where she sat, for she looked ready to faint.
"I don’t know," she faltered; "I fear your idea of good news and mine may differ. No news can be good but"
"What?" I asked, taking her hands in mine with a smile that ought to have reassured her, it was one of such profound happiness. "Tell me; do not be afraid."
But she was. Her dreadful burden had lain upon her so long it had become a part of her being. How could she realize it was founded on a mistake;
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