"O God! ; O God! ; O God!" Clorinda groaned "O God!" and having cried so, looking up, was blanched as a thing struck with death, her eyes like a great stag"s that stands at bay. "Stay, stay!" she cried, with a sudden shock of horror, for a new thought had come to her which, strangely, she had not had before. ; "You thought I murdered him?" Convulsive sobs heaved Anne"s poor chest, tears sweeping her hollow cheeks, her thin, soft hands clinging piteously to her sister"s. "Through all these years I have known nothing," she wept "sister, I have known nothing but that I found him hidden there, a dead man, whom you so hated and so feared." Her hands resting upon the bed"s edge, Clorinda held her body upright, such passion of wonder, love, and pitying adoring awe in her large eyes as was a thing like to worship.