... No..." Ruth whispered.
"Be still. ... She's mine, Foote--and always was. You thought she was
yours--well, she's one thing you can't have. I'm going to tell you
why she married you. ..."
Ruth cried out in incoherent fright, protesting.
"She married you to use you. ... Not even for your money. She married
you because her heart was with the men your kind is grinding down.
... She saw you were the kind of man a woman could twist around her
finger--and you owned five thousand men. ... Get the idea?... She was
going to do things for them--with you. You were nothing but a button
she would push. So she married you--and you cheated her. ... So she's
done with you. You can't give what she paid for, and she's going away
with me. ... She LOVES me. She was promised to marry me--when she saw
what she could do with you--and I let her go. ... If she could give,
so could I. ... But I loved her and she loved me--and we're going
away."
It was true. Bonbright knew it was true, but he would not admit his
belief until he had confirmation from his wife's lips.
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