You know a little; YOU forgive me.

The world can never know.

It will brand my darlings as a murderer's children." "It was the act of a minute," I interposed.

"And--though she is dead, poor lady, and one must speak no ill of her--we can at least gather dimly, for your children's sake, how deep was the provocation." He gazed at me fixedly.

His voice was like lead.