'I ha' made thee my idol; and if I could live my life o'er again I would love my God more, and thee less; and then I shouldn't ha' sinned this sin against thee.

But speak one word of love to me--one little word, that I may know I have thy pardon.' 'Oh, Philip! Philip!' she moaned, thus adjured.
Then she lifted her head, and said, 'Them were wicked, wicked words, as I said; and a wicked vow as I vowed; and Lord God Almighty has ta'en me at my word.

I'm sorely punished, Philip, I am indeed.' He pressed her hand, he stroked her cheek.

But he asked for yet another word.
'I did thee a wrong.

In my lying heart I forgot to do to thee as I would have had thee to do to me.