honest with you—and with myself. For a long time I've hoped this chance would come: that I might tell you how you've helped me, what you've made of me—\"
Archer sat staring beneath frowning brows. He interrupted her with a laugh. \"And what do you make out that you've made of me?\"
She paled a little. \"Of you?\"
\"Yes: for I'm of your making much more than you ever were of mine. I'm the man who married one woman because another one told him to.\"
honest with you—and with myself. For a long time I've hoped this chance would come: that I might tell you how you've helped me, what you've made of me—\"
Archer sat staring beneath frowning brows. He interrupted her with a laugh. \"And what do you make out that you've made of me?\"
She paled a little. \"Of you?\"
\"Yes: for I'm of your making much more than you ever were of mine. I'm the man who married one woman because another one told him to.\"
