"
"Not for the children's sake?"
He dashed his hand down impatiently. "I have a better way for the
children. I will save them still.... Hubert, you are not afraid to speak
to a murderer?"
"Dear Hugo--I know all; and to know all is to forgive all."
He grasped my hand once more. "Know ALL!" he cried, with a despairing
gesture. "Oh, no; no one knows ALL but myself; not even the children.
But the children know much; THEY will forgive me. Lina knows something;
SHE will forgive me. 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. "For the children's
sake--yes," he answered, as in a dream. "It was all for the children! I
have killed her--murdered her--she has paid her penalty; and, poor dead
soul, I will utter no word against her--the woman I have murdered! But
one thing I will say: If omniscient justice sends me for this to eternal
punishment, I can endure it gladly, like a man, knowing that so I have
redeemed my Marian's motherless girls from a deadly tyranny.
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