"
The man swung round.
"You'd have me go back to her?" he cried in fierce derision. "Say,
you're crazy! Go back to her feeling as I do?"
"Feeling as you've no right to feel," Nan retorted swiftly. Then in a
flash her voice changed, dropping to a note of deep tenderness and
sympathy. "Say, Jeff, won't you go back? Won't you?" she pleaded.
"Think of all it means to her, to you. Think of a poor woman driven to
the depths of despair for a shadow you've nursed in your brain these
years. That's what it comes to. I know. Oh, Jeff, as sure as ther's
just a great big God above us you'll pay for it if you don't. You
surely will."
The man shifted his gaze. The lids of his eyes drooped and hid from
the waiting girl all that passionate feeling he had not hesitated to
display. She wondered as she waited. She was fearful, too.
In the man every sort of emotion was surging through him in a chaotic
tangle. Nothing seemed clear; anger, revolting, even hatred, all
fought for place. And through it all the pleading tones of the girl
would not be denied.
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