A tide of painful red surged over Hazel; she turned away. But Edward, rendered pitiless by pain, forcibly pulled her back, and made her look at him.
'Did you find out?' he repeated.
'There inna no more,' she whispered.
'Then it is true what he said, that you were his from head to foot?'
'Oh, Ed'ard, let me be! I canna bear it!'
'I wish I could have killed him!' Edward said. 'Then you were his—soul and body?'
'Not soul!'
'You told a good many lies.'
'Oh, Ed'ard, speak kind!'
'What a fool I was! You must have detested me for interrupting the honeymoon. Of course you went back! What a fool I was! And I thought you were pure as an angel.'