The girl rose quickly from her seat.
"And let me tell you that I won't let you say it--I will not. You answer my question, and then we'll say something to each other. Answer me--did you ever think of me when, as you put it yourself, you were picking crusts out of the gutter?"
"It's not a fair question."
"Why?"
"Because you'll draw deductions from my answer which you must not draw."
"What is your answer? We'll talk about deductions afterwards. Answer me--did you ever think of me when you were picking crusts out of the gutter?"
The man closed his eyes and turned his face away. She pressed her question home.
"Answer me!"
"There was a time when I was so hungry, and so cold, and so deep down in hell, that I tried to stop thinking of you--and I couldn't."
"They stole the locket from you which I gave you."