While the thought whirled through her excited brain:
“Remember,” he said, solemnly—“remember it is the salvation of a human soul upon which you are deciding.”
There was perfect silence for some minutes. The low, quick ticking of the clock upon the mantle was all they heard.
“I have decided,” she said, at last.
“What is it?” he asked, under his breath.
“What you knew it would be,” she answered.
“Then you refuse?” he said, in a half-threatening tone.
“I refuse!”
“Then the damnation of a soul rest upon your head forever,” he said, in a loud coarse voice, crushing his hat, and his black eyes glaring.
“Have you done?” she asked, pale and calm.