"Never that," I said, shortly. I urged her forward again. "Is your husband asleep?"
"Thank God, yes!"
"Then you have been awake—"
"For over an hour," she confessed, and I detected the shudder that went over her body.
"The man is mad—"
"But I am married to him." She stopped and caught at the rail like a prisoner gripping at the bars that confine him. "I cannot—cannot endure it! Where are you taking me? Where can you take me? Don't you see that there is no escape—from this?"
The Sylph rose and sank to the first long roll of the open sea.
"When we reach Malduna—" I began, but the words were only torture.
"I cannot—cannot go on. Take me back!—to that island! Let me live abandoned—or rather die—"
"Mrs. Joyce, I beg of you…."