“Never.”
Gregorio laughed hysterically and stood beside her. His fingers played with her hair. In spite of her fear lest she should irritate him, Xantippe shrank from his touch. Gregorio noticed her aversion and said savagely:
“You must get used to me, Xantippe. From to-night we live together again. It is not necessary now for you to earn money.”
“I shall not come back to you. I have told you I hate you. It is your own fault that I leave you.”
“It will be my fault if you do leave me.”
He pushed her on to the mattress and held her there.
“Let us talk,” he said.
For a few minutes there was silence, and then he continued:
“Amos is dead, and our debts are paid.”
“How did you pay them?”