stared with void eyes at one of the pictures against the old red damask, and came back irresolutely to her side. How could he say: \"Yes, if what your husband hints is true, or if you've no way of disproving it?\"
\"Sincerely—\" she interjected, as he was about to speak.
He looked down into the fire. \"Sincerely, then—what should you gain that would compensate for the possibility—the certainty—of a lot of beastly talk?\"
\"But my freedom—is that nothing?\"
stared with void eyes at one of the pictures against the old red damask, and came back irresolutely to her side. How could he say: \"Yes, if what your husband hints is true, or if you've no way of disproving it?\"
\"Sincerely—\" she interjected, as he was about to speak.
He looked down into the fire. \"Sincerely, then—what should you gain that would compensate for the possibility—the certainty—of a lot of beastly talk?\"
\"But my freedom—is that nothing?\"
