TO LONDON...

and face my trial! Why, did you think, Hubert, 'twas the court or the hanging I was shirking?
No, no; not that; but IT--the red horror! I must get away from IT to the sea--to the water--to wash away the stain--as far from IT--that red pool--as possible!" I answered nothing.

I left him to face his own remorse in silence.
At last he rose to go, and held one foot undecided on his bicycle.
"I leave myself in Heaven's hands," he said, as he lingered.

"IT will requite....

The ordeal is by water." "So I judged," I answered.
"Tell Lina this from me," he went on, still loitering: "that if she will trust me, I will strive to do the best that remains for my darlings.