"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. "If you could be sorry like you ought to be, Frale, and turn your heart—I could die for that."
He still held her, but lifted one shaking hand above his head.
"Before God, I promise—"
"What, Frale? Say what you promise."
He still held his hand high. "All you ask of me, Cass. Tell me word by word, an' I'll promise fair."
"You will repent, Frale?"
"Yas."
"You will not drink?"
"I will not drink."
"You will heed when your own heart tells you the right way?"
"I will heed when my heart tells me the way: hit will be the way to you, Cass."