"I have killed him," she said. "I did it so!"--she raised her hand, clenched it, and struck downwards, imitating the action of Fox. "He fell on the hearthstone, as mother said he would, and then I tried to strike him again, and again, but was torn away." She began to grapple in the air with uplifted hands--"Where is the knife? Where are the gloves? That for Urith!" Luke took her burning right hand, and said, "Lie down, lie down and sleep. You must be very quiet, you must not distress yourself. Anthony is well." "Anthony is dead. I killed him. And my baby is dead. They killed it, because I had killed Anthony." "Anthony is alive, he is but little hurt." "Where is he? You have carried him away and buried him. I know he is dead. Why does he not come if he is not dead. I am sure he is dead. Look!"--she again struggled with her hand to be free, and show how the blow was struck--"Look! You shall see how I did it!" "No--Urith, lie down! Hush! I will pray with you." Luke knelt at her side, but she turned her head impatiently away. "I will not be prayed for. I cannot pray. I killed him. I am glad I killed him, he was untrue to me. He had always loved Julian, and he grew tired of me. I killed him. I would not give him up. Julian should not have him back." "Listen--I will pray." "It is of no use. I do not regret that I struck him--I struck him to the heart. Answer me. Is there forgiveness if there be no repentance?" She looked eagerly, almost fiercely, at Luke, who did not know what to answer. She was, it seemed to him, partly conscious, but partly only, of what had taken place--to be in a state of half dream. She knew him, she could reason, but she believed herself to have done that which was done actually by Fox Crymes. "There!" she exclaimed, and threw back her head on the pillow. "It cannot be. I am glad I killed him. I could not do other. He brought it on himself. He was untrue to me. He loved Julian all his life, all but for a little while, when he fancied me. But you--you gave him to me at the altar. He could not remain mine. He was drawn away. But I could not let Julian have him. She defied me--it was a fair strife. She won up to a certain point, then I won the last point. Look! I will show you how I did it." Once more she strove to sit up in the bed, and raised her hand, and clenched it. "Do not be afraid. I have no knife now. They have taken it away to wash off the blood. I have heard them cleaning it. But my hand has the stain. That they cannot clean away. I had his blood on me once before--at the Drift. But then I did not know what that meant. See--this is how I did it. Here is a feather, a feather from my pillow. That will do. I will let you see how I killed him. I will strike him with the feather. Then take that and clean it too." Luke held her wrist, and gently forced her back on her pillow.