"The man you love," blazed the girl. "The man whose life you have ruined."
"It's true I—I loved him," murmured the other.
"What right had you to love him, you a married woman?"
The lady caught her breath with a little gasp and her hands shut tight.
"He told you that?"
"'I know why you are thinking about that prison.'"
"Yes, because he was forced to—the thing was known. Don't be afraid, he didn't tell your name, he never would tell it. But I know enough, I know that you tortured him and—when he got free from you, after struggling and—starving and——"
"Starving?"