"Well, what do you want of me then?"
"What do I want, Elsie, dear? What do I want? Nothing but God's truth, and that I will have!"
Elsie's eyes grew larger, and the flush of shame left her face.
"I can't—I can't tell you the truth, Tom Fuller, now. Elizabeth can say enough to make you ready to kill me, but I would rather die than talk of it."
"I know all that Elizabeth can tell me," said Tom, resolutely.
"What did you come for, then?"
"To ask this one question: Did you love that man?"
A shiver of disgust ran through her and broke out in her voice:
"Love him! No! At first it seemed as if I did; but after I saw what he was and how he lived, it was dreadful, I hated him so."
"But how came you married to him?"