For his tone was sinister.
“I’ll become a sot again.”
“The doctor says that with that wound in your head it will kill you!”
Ravant laughed—the brutal laugh once more.
“Well, let it. You can’t open the gate of paradise and let me get one glimpse and then shut it in my face. I’ll go back to my own little paradise.”
He was laughing. But she caught the note of hopelessness under it.
“Do you mean to say that if I marry you—”
“I will be good.”
“Understand that I do not love you! Not at all!”
“No one does. Marry me anyhow. Marry me to get rid of me. If you fall in love with some one else, it is off.”