“Gulian, if you but knew. My position is horrible——”
She wanted to tell him that she was in a prison replete with tortures, one from which she was as eager to go as he was to take her, yet one from which she could not escape through the open door of sinning.
He gave her no time. Instantly he interrupted her.
“I know your position, it is all of your own making, too. By God, you can make up your mind to one thing. You’ll come, if I have to take you.”
As he spoke he looked so brutal that she shrank.
“Gulian, you will kill me. I thought so before. I know it now.”
“It is only what you deserve.”
“Gulian! And you said you loved me!”
“Yes, but you make me doubt it.”
The wrap which previously she had loosened she let fall on a chair beside her and put the fichu on the table.