Listen! To-night I have broken a part of my oath; I am breaking a part of it in telling you what I am about to say.

But I am not a coward, unless it is a coward who lives too much in fear of the Great God.

What is my soul compared to that in the gentle breast of our Josephine?
I would sacrifice it to-night--give it to Wetikoo--lend it forever to hell if I could undo what has been done.

And you ask me why I have not killed, why I have not taken the life of a beast who is unfit to breathe God's air for an hour! Does it not occur to you, M'sieur, that there must be a reason ?" "Besides the oath, yes!" "And now, I will tell you of the game I played, and lost, M'sieur.

In me alone Josephine knew that she could trust, and so it was to me that she bared her sorrow.