“Give up,” she repeated inexorably, “thy wife.”
“What sayest thou? My wife! But she is not my wife. Thou art my wife.”
“Even so. Give me up. Give me Gett [divorce].”
His breath failed, his heart thumped at the suggestion.
“Give thee Gett!” he whispered.
“Yes. Why didst thou not send me a bill of divorcement when I left thy home for this?”
He averted his face. “I thought of it,” he stammered. “And then——”
“And then?” He seemed to see a sardonic glitter in the gray eyes.
“I—I was afraid.”