THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"No, Priscilla, I don't deny it."
"And you have loved him all along?"
"Yes, I've loved him all along."
Priscilla blazed out in a fury of rage.
"How dared you? How dared you?" she said. "You gave me to him. I never would have thought of marrying him if you had not wanted me to. I didn't love him at all when you married me to him."
"Well?"
"And now I've grown to love him as I never loved anything in my life, not even you, our love is the—the most wonderful thing in the world—and now you—you—"
"Well?"
"I can't give him up to you, mother; I can't, I can't!"
"There is no need of any such talk between us. If you will listen to me—"
"I can't—my heart is broken. Why, all my love for you is just a sword to stab you with, and my love for him is—"
Mrs. Martin put her hand on Priscilla's arm and drew her down beside her. "Now,
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