You married me without certain proof of your husband's death, such was your indecent haste to call yourself a princess.

And now I find, on your own confession, that you have a clandestine understanding with a man who tried to murder me only a week ago.

Is it not rather absurd to talk of caring ?" He stood looking down at her, cold and terrible in the white heat of his suppressed Northern anger.
The little clock on the mantel-piece, in a terrible hurry, ticked with all its might.

Time was speeding.

Every moment was against her.