"Yes, why did you tell me!" he stormed.
"Because I thought it would make it easier for you to confess to me—"
"Confess to you? I've nothing to confess—I've loved you honestly! Did you think I'd been carrying on some nasty sneaking intrigue with a friend's wife—did you think I was that sort of a fellow—the sort of a fellow North is? Do you take me for a common blackguard?"
"Marsh, don't! Marshall, please—for my sake—" and she clung to him, but he cast her off roughly.
"Keep away from me!" he said with sullen repression, but there was a murderous light in his eyes. "Don't touch me!" he warned.
"But say you forgive me!"
"Forgive you—" He laughed.
"Yes, forgive me—Marsh!"
"Forgive you—no, by God!"
He reached for the bottle.