I couldn't take the knife out again, when I had done it.

Mind this! I did really like you--I didn't say Yes, because you could hardly hang your own wife, if you found out who killed Zebedee." Since the past time I have never heard again of Priscilla Thurlby; I don't know whether she is living or dead.

Many people may think I deserve to be hanged myself for not having given her up to the gallows.
They may, perhaps, be disappointed when they see this confession, and hear that I have died decently in my bed.

I don't blame them.

I am a penitent sinner.