He put the burning paper in her hands, smiling on her with a tender playfulness. "Take care!" he said.
"You fool!" she cried. "You miserable, monstrous fool! Thank God, I've done with you!"
"I will take care." She held up the paper, intent on the thin edges crisping in the glowing fire, and then, swift as a deer and wild as a lion's mate, she sprang away, clapped her hands hard upon the burning paper, pressed out the flame upon the bosom of her gown, and thrust the letter in her breast. "You fool!" she cried. "You miserable, monstrous fool! Thank God, I've done with you!"