grew in his throbbing brain seemed driving him forward to destroy these
barriers; to stand before her as he was; to emerge from his mental
solitude and claim her companionship. What was marriage made for, if not
for this?

"Look here," he said, wheeling on her suddenly. "Do you still love me;
do you still care as you once did?" He seized one of her hands in his.

"You hurt me, Marsh!" she said, drawing away from him.

He dropped her hand and with a smothered oath turned from her.

"You women don't know what love is!" he snarled. "Talk about a woman
giving up; talk about her sacrifices--it's nothing to what a man does,
where he loves!"

"What does _he_ do that is so wonderful, Marsh?" she asked coldly.

He paused and regarded her with a wolfish glare.

"It's no damned anemic passion!" he burst out.

"Thank you," she mocked. "Really, Marsh, you are outdoing yourself!"

"You have never let me see into your heart,--never once!"

"Perhaps it's just as well I haven't; perhaps it is a forbearance for
which you should be only grateful," she jeered.

"If you were the sort of woman I once thought you, I'd want to hide