“You know that, Frale. Leave go, and hear to me.”

“Be ye ‘feared ‘nough to give me your promise, Cass?”

“Take your hand off me, Frale.”

“We’ll go back. I ‘low they mount es well take me first as last. I hain’t no heart lef’ in me. I don’t care fer that thar doctah man he’pin’ me, nohow,” he choked.

“Leave me go, and I’ll give you promise for promise, Frale. I can’t make out is it sin or not; but if God can forgive and love — when you turn and seek Him — the Bible do say so, Frale, but — but seem like you don’t repent your deed whilst you look at me like that way.” She paused, trembling.