“You owe him another trial, little mother—you owe it to his boy, too.”
Mary shook her head bitterly.
“I can't—I just can't!”
“You won't see him once?”
She sprang to her feet trembling.
“No—no!”
“I don't think it's fair.”
“I'm afraid of him! You can't understand his power over my will.”
“Come, come, this is sheer cowardice—give the devil his dues. Face him and fight it out. Tell him you're done forever with him and his life, if you will—but don't hedge and trim and run away like this. I'm ashamed of you.”
“I won't see him—I've made up my mind.”