He drew back and permitted an irrelevant question to break from his lips: "Why didn't you divorce me?"
"Because I married you, Tom, that is why! I'll always be your wife. I—I can't live with you—but I—"
"Mary, you are the grandest woman in all this world," he cried, amazement in his eyes. "And to think of it! I am the one to have married you,—a thing like me!"
She was trembling all over. "Will you do this for me, Tom?"
"Do what?"
"You know what, Tom."
"You mean, give up the one thing I've lived for all these awful years?"
"Yes."
"I—I can't do it, Mary. It's got to be, sooner or later. That man and I can't live on the earth at the same time."
"Oh! Won't you give me something to thank you for after all I've—"