He broke out on her furiously.
“That’s always the way with you. You are such a liar, there’s no believing you. I wish you were dead.”
“I know you do, John; and I do, too;” she said, wearily. “But the issues of life and death belong to God.”
“Oh, that’s just a part of your hypocrisy. Here, if I give you money, will you go away?”
“Yes, as soon as I can.”
“And will you promise me never to breathe my name to a soul while you are here, or let anyone know that you know me? Will you give me your word on that?”
“Yes.”
He looked at her keenly for a moment.
“Does anyone know that you—that you ever knew me?”