There is Sir Arthur."
"If you will not listen to me I shall go to him, and there will be an
end to everything. Perhaps I am mad. It's enough to drive any woman mad.
Richard Dawson is dying; and my little Robin is sickening. They will
not let me be with him till they know if it is the small-pox. Isn't it
enough to drive a woman mad?"
"Tell me, you poor soul," I said--"tell me everything. Afterwards it
will be buried at the bottom of the sea."
She turned to me with a sick look of gratitude.
"You don't know how it will ease me," she said. "I had a thought of
going to Quinn by the light railway and going into the Catholic Chapel
there and finding a priest who would listen to me and absolve me. But I
was afraid I should be seen and recognized. When they told me Robin was
sickening I knew it was a judgment of God."
"God doesn't judge in that way," I said. "Perhaps it is in that way He
calls you back. I have no belief in an angry God!"
"You have not, Bawn? I was brought up on it. It turned me away from
religion. You think God will not take the child away from me because of
my sin?"
The anguished soul in her eyes implored me. God forgive me if it was
presumptuous, but I said--
"I am so sure of His mercy that I am sure He will not.
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