“You’ve got to let me go!” she cried.
“When the spring comes.”
“No, now. I can’t wait until the spring. This is killing me—killing me. Can’t you see that it will be too late then?”
“Angela, we came for a set purpose. If I fail 202 when the spring comes, we’ll go back to the life you want.”
“I’m going now,” she said grimly. “To-night!”
His mouth tightened.
“Be reasonable!”
“Reasonable! You talk of reason—you who brought me here to live like a dog, to treat as a dog——”
He sighed as he remembered her aversion to any attempted acts of kindness on his part. In every instance she had made it clear that she wanted nothing from him—that she refused kindnesses, sacrifices, on her behalf.
“I ain’t treated you in any way different to that in which a husband would treat his wife.”