Again she hid her face. Then, after a pause in which she saw her life befouled, and Gabriel Stanton as her judge or executioner, she lifted a strained and desperate face. “You would find a way to end it?”
She waited for his answer.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. If it became unbearable. Life no longer a gift, but leprous....”
“It isn’t as if you had done anything,” he exclaimed.
“I’ve promised and broken my promise, lied, deceived him. It was only to secure his happiness, mine ... ours.... But if he takes it differently, and must have publicity....”
“I don’t believe you could go through it,” he said gloomily. “One of those heart attacks of yours might come on.”
“You know the pain is intolerable.”
“That amyl helps you.”
“Not much.”