Chapter XVIII

"Oh, I have suffered, Gerald! Oh, my God!
What shame! What torture! Once my soul was clean--
Stained and defiled behold it!--I have trod
Sad ways of hell and horror. I have seen
And lived all depths of lust. Yet, oh, my God!
Blameless I hold myself of what hath been,
Though through it all, yea,--this thou too must know,--
I loved him, my betrayer and thy foe!"