"Would you?"
"I ought to.... But if you are in great spiritual distress, and if you really and truly repent, and if you humbly desire to expiate your sin by doing--penance----" And hesitated: "Do you so desire?"
"Yes, I do."
"Humbly? Contritely?"
"Yes."
"Very well. Say "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.""
"Mea maxima culpa," he said so earnestly, looking up into her face that she bent lower over the sill to see him.
"Let me come up, Eve," he said.
She strove to laugh, gazing down into his shadowy face--but suddenly the desire had left her,--and all her gaiety left her, too, suddenly, leaving only a still excitement in her breast.
"You--you knew I was just laughing," she said unsteadily. "You understood, didn"t you?"
"I don"t know."
After a silence: "I didn"t mean you to take me seriously," she said. She tried to laugh. It was no use. And, as she leaned there on the sill, her heart frightened her with its loud beating.
"Will you let me come up, Eve?"
No answer.
"Would you lock your door?"
"What do you think I"d do?" she asked tremulously.
"You know; I don"t."
"Are you so sure I know what I"d do? I don"t think either of us know our own minds.... I seem to have lost some of my wits.... Somehow...."
"If you are not going to sleep, let me come up."
"I want you to take a walk down by the pond. And while you"re walking there all by yourself, I want you to think very clearly, very calmly, and make up your mind whether I should remain awake to-night, or whether, when you return, I ought to be asleep and--and my door bolted."
After a long pause: "All right," he said in a low voice.
V
She saw him walk away--saw his shadowy, well-built form fade into the starlit mist.
An almost uncontrollable impulse set her throat and lips quivering with desire to call to him through the night, "I do love you! I do love you!
Come back quickly, quickly!----"
Fog hung over Star Pond, edging the veranda, rising in frail shreds to her window. The lapping of the water sounded very near. An owl was very mournful in the hemlocks.
The girl turned from the window, looked at the door for a moment, then her face flushed and she walked toward a chair and seated herself, leaving the door unbolted.
For a little while she sat upright, alert, as though a little frightened. After a few moments she folded her hands and sat unstirring, with lowered head, awaiting Destiny.
It came, noiselessly. And so swiftly that the rush of air from her violently opened door was what first startled her.
For in the same second Earl Leverett was upon her in his stockinged feet, one bony hand gripping her mouth, the other flung around her, pinning both arms to her sides.
"The packet!" he panted, "--quick, yeh dirty little cat, "r"I"ll break yeh head off"n yeh d.a.m.n neck!"
She bit at the hand that he held crushed against her mouth. He lifted her bodily, flung her onto the bed, and, twisting sheet and quilt around her, swathed her to the throat.
Still controlling her violently distorted lips with his left hand and holding her so, one knee upon her, he reached back, unsheathed his hunting knife, and p.r.i.c.ked her throat till the blood spurted.
"Now, gol ram yeh!" he whispered fiercely, "where"s Mike"s packet?
Yell, and I"ll hog-stick yeh fur fair! Where is it, you dum thing!"
He took his left hand from her mouth. The distorted, scarlet lips writhed back, displaying her white teeth clenched.
"Where"s Mike"s bundle!" he repeated, hoa.r.s.e with rage and fear.
"You rat!" she gasped.
At that he closed her mouth again, and again he p.r.i.c.ked her with his knife, cruelly. The blood welled up onto the sheets.
"Now, by G.o.d!" he said in a ghastly voice, "answer or I"ll hog-stick yeh next time! Where is it? Where! where!"
She only showed her teeth in answer. Her eyes flamed.
"Where! Quick! Gol ding yeh, I"ll shove this knife in behind your ear if you don"t tell! Go on. Where is it? It"s in this Dump som"ers. I know it is--don"t lie! You want that I should stick you good? That what you want--you dirty little dump-s.l.u.t? Well, then, gol ram yeh--I"ll fix yeh like Quintana was aimin" at----"
He slit the sheet downward from her imprisoned knees, seized one wounded foot and tried to slash the bandages.
"I"ll cut a coupla toes off"n yeh," he snarled, "--I"ll hamstring yeh fur keeps!"--struggling to mutilate her while she flung her helpless and entangled body from side to side and bit at the hand that was almost suffocating her.
Unable to hold her any longer, he seized a pillow, to bury the venomous little head that writhed, biting, under his clutch.
As he lifted it he saw a packet lying under it.
"By G.o.d!" he panted.
As he seized it she screamed for the first time: "Jack! Jack Stormont!"--and fairly hurled her helpless little body at Leverett, striking him full in the face with her head.
Half stunned, still clutching the packet, he tried to stab her in the stomach; but the armour of bed-clothes turned the knife, although his violence dashed all breath out of her.