"Even if it sent him to the penitentiary?" he persisted.
"Yes."
He took her by the shoulders and drew her near to him that he might look deep into her eyes.
"Even if it hanged him?" he rasped out.
She felt his hot breath on her cheek; she looked into his face, fierce, cruel, with the insane selfishness of his one great fear.
"Answer me,—would you let him hang?" and he shook her roughly.
"Would I let him hang—" she repeated.
"Yes—"
"I—I don't know!" she said in a frightened whisper.
"No, damn you, I can't trust you!" and he flung her from him.