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I have tried to put
it away, but I cannot. My brain is on fire, and will never be cool again
until I confess by Robbie's coffin; then you may judge me as you please.
It will make no difference, for I shall have done my duty and ceased to
live a lie, for my life has been one long series of hypocrisies and
deceit. Our clergyman has described me as a saint, worthy of a martyr's
crown, and some of you believe him, and look upon the care I gave to
Robbie as something unheard-of and wonderful. And I have let you think
so, and felt myself the veriest hypocrite that ever breathed. Don't you
know that what I did was done in expiation of a crime, a horrid, cruel
deed, for I put out Robbie's eyes. I made him blind.
"I knew you would shudder and turn from me in loathing," she continued,
in a louder, clearer tone, as she felt the thrill of surprise which ran
through the assembly, and grew more and more excited, "But it is the
truth, I tell you. I put out those beautiful eyes of which I was so
envious because the people praised them so much.


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