There before her gaped the mouth of the little cave; her strength was leaving her at last, and she was fain to crawl into it, broken-hearted, crazed, and--_dying_.
"Oh, God forgive me! God forgive me!" she moaned as she sank upon the rocky floor.

"Bessie, I sinned against you, but I have washed away my sin.

I did it for you, Bessie love, not for myself.

I had rather have died than kill him for myself.

You will marry John now, and you will never, never know what I did for you.