But the clouds had cleared
off a little, and though there was no moon, I could see the dim blue of
the sky-lights, and a little shine from the gray of his hair.
"But mine is an ugly thing," I said, "and I hate it. Please let me put it
out of my mouth. Perhaps then it will go dead."
"Out with it, little one."
"Put me down, please," I returned.
He walked to the old chest under the gable-window, seated himself on it,
and set me down beside him. I slipped from the chest, and knelt on the
floor at his feet, a little way in front of him. I did not touch him, and
all was again quite dark about us.
I told him my story from beginning to end, along with a great part of my
meditations while hesitating to do the deed. I felt very choky, but
forced my way through, talking with a throat that did not seem my own,
and sending out a voice I seemed never to have heard before. The moment I
ceased, a sound like a sob came out of the darkness. Was it possible my
big uncle was crying? Then indeed there was no hope for me! He was
horrified at my wickedness, and very sorry to have to give me up! I
howled like a wild beast.
"Please, uncle, will you kill me!" I cried, through a riot of sobs that
came from me like potatoes from a sack.
"Yes, yes, I will kill you, my darling!" he answered, "--this way! this
way!" and stretching out his arms he found me in the dark, drew me to
him, and covered my face with kisses.
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