I was miserable enough
before, what shall I do now?"
"Why, readjust your life," he cried, roughly. "Surely you won't
hesitate after this?"
But Alaire did not seem to hear him. She was staring out into the
night again. "What a failure I must be!" she murmured, finally. "I
suppose I should have seen this coming, but--I didn't. And in his
house, too! This dress is his, and these jewels--everything!" She
held up her hands and stared curiously at the few rings she wore,
as if seeing them for the first time. "How does that make you
feel?"
Dave stirred; there was resentment in his voice when he answered:
"Your husband has sacrificed his claim to you, as everybody knows.
To my mind he has lost his rights. You're mine, mine! By God!" He
waved a vigorous gesture of defiance. "I'll take you away from him
at any cost. I'll see that he gives you up, somehow. You're all I
have."
"Of course the law provides a way, but you wouldn't, couldn't,
understand how I feel about divorce." The mere mention of the word
was difficult and caused Alaire to clench her hands. "We're both
too shaken to talk sanely now, so let's wait--"
"There's something you must understand before we go any further,"
Dave insisted.
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