“Yes.”
“Did you have her in that wonderful valley?”
“Yes, but Jane—”
“All the time you were gone?”
“Yes, but I couldn’t tell—”
“Was it for her you asked me to give you supplies? Was it for her that you wanted to make your valley a paradise?”
“Oh—Jane—”
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you liar!” And with these passionate words Jane Withersteen succumbed to fury. For the second time in her life she fell into the ungovernable rage that had been her father’s weakness. And it was worse than his, for she was a jealous woman—jealous even of her friends.