Beth Norvell - Page 113/177

"Please do not look at me like that," she pleaded. "Surely, you cannot

blame me; you must forgive."

"There is nothing to blame, or forgive, Beth; apparently there is

nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do."

She swayed slowly toward him, resting one hand upon his shoulder.

"But am I right? Won't you tell me if I am right?"

He stood hesitating for a moment, looking down upon that upturned,

questioning face, his gray eyes filled with a loyalty that caused her

heart to throb wildly.

"I do not know, Beth," he said at last, "I do not know; I cannot be

your conscience. I must go out where I can be alone and think; but

never will I come between you and your God."