“I’m the judge of that! If any one hates her, it is you; you constantly torture her, you are merciless.”
“She shot my husband.”
“She shot your murderer! Another moment and Ferdie might have killed you.”
“And if I preferred it? At any rate, she had no right to interfere,” cried Cicely, springing up.
“Why were you running away from him, then, if you preferred it? You fled to her room, and asked for help; you begged her to come out with you.”
“It was on account of baby,” answered Cicely, her voice like that of a little girl, her breast beginning to heave.
“And she saved your child’s life a second time—on Lake Superior.”
“I know it—I know it. But you cannot expect—”
“I expect nothing; you are absolutely unreasonable, and profoundly selfish.”
“I’m not selfish. I only want to make her suffer!” cried Cicely, with sparkling eyes.