Do you suppose
that it does not tear me to the very soul to think of it?'
'What is it that you think, Louis?' As she had been travelling thither,
she had determined that she would say anything that he wished her to
say, make any admission that might satisfy him. That she could be happy
again as other women are happy, she did not expect; but if it could be
conceded between them that bygones should be bygones, she might live
with him and do her duty, and, at least, have her child with her.
Her father had told her that her husband was mad; but she was willing
to put up with his madness on such terms as these. What could her
husband do to her in his madness that he could not do also to the
child? 'Tell me what you want me to say, and I will say it,' she said.
'You have sinned against me,' he said, raising her head gently from his
shoulder.
'Never!' she exclaimed. 'As God is my judge, I never have!' As she said
this, she retreated and took the sobbing boy again into her arms.
He was at once placed upon his guard, telling himself that he saw the
necessity of holding by his child.
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