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ise for her years--almost too wise. What had happened? She had probably felt sorrow for Laforce at first, and afterwards had shown active sympathy, and at last--no, he felt that she had not quite forgiven him, that, whatever was, she had not hidden the criminal in her heart. But why did she sing that song? Her heart was pleading for him--for the criminal. Had she and her mother gone to Winnipeg to be near Laforce, to comfort him? Was Laforce free now, and was she unwilling? It was so strange that she should thus have carried on her childhood into her womanhood. But he guessed her--she had imagination. "His mother died in my arms in Winnipeg," she said abruptly at last. "I'm glad I was some comfort to her. You see, it all came through me--I was so young and spoiled and silly--John Marcey's death, her death, and his long years in prison. Even then I knew better than to set the one against the other. Must a child not be responsible? I was--I am!" "And so you punish yourself?" "It was terrible for me--even as a child. I said that I could never forgive, but when his mother died, blessing me, I did. Then there came something else." "You saw him, there amie?" "I saw him--so changed, so quiet, so much older--all grey at the temples. At first I lived here that I might get used to the thought of the thing--to learn to bear it; and afterwards that I might learn--" She paused, looking in half-doubt at Pierre. "It is safe; I am silent," he said. "That I might learn to bear--him," she continued. "Is he still--" Pierre paused. She spoke up quickly. "Oh no, he has been free two years." "Where is he now?" "I don't know." She waited for a minute, then said again, "I don't know. When he was free, he came to me, but I--I could not. He thought, too, that because he had been in gaol, that I wouldn't--be his wife. He didn't think enough of himself, he didn't urge anything. And I wasn't ready--no--no--no--how could I be! I didn't care so much about the gaol, but he had killed John Marcey. The gaol--what was that to me! There was no real shame in it unless he had done a mean thing. He had been wicked--not mean. Killing is awful, but not shameful. Think--the difference--if he had been a thief!" Pierre nodded. "Then some one should have killed him!" he said. "Well, after?" "After--after--ah, he went away for a year. Then he came back; but no, I was always thinking of that night I walked behind John Marcey's body to
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