It was always ringing in her ears, just as the stains were on her hands,
where she felt them as she clasped her long thin fingers convulsively
and wondered if she were going mad.
Her father was very quiet now; he was falling asleep, and sinking on
her knees beside the bed, the wretched woman moaned piteously:
"Oh, my Father in heaven, how long must I bear this burden which
to-night presses so heavily? Help me, help me, for I am so weak and sad.
Thou knowest I was innocent, and I have tried so hard to do right. If I
have failed--if I ought to have spoken in spite of the vow, forgive me,
for if my sin is great, great, too, has been my punishment.
"I cannot stay here," she thought, as she rose from her knees. "The room
is full of phantoms which gibber at me from the dark corners, and shout
the word in my ears as I shouted it that awful night when Rover kept me
company. Poor old Rover, lying under the snow. If he were only here I
should not be quite so desolate. I believe that for the first time in my
life I am a coward," and shaking with cold, or fear, or both, Hannah
left her father's room and went into the kitchen, where Sam was stuffing
the stove with wood.
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