17/24 I am not likely to discuss it with any one whomsoever." Etta's stony eyes softened for a moment. She seemed to be alternating between hatred of this man and love of him--a dangerous state for any woman. It is possible that, if he had held his hand out to her, she would have been at his feet in a wild, incoherent passion of self-hatred and abasement. Such moments as these turn our lives and determine them. He knew nothing of the danger in which this woman stood, of the temptation with which she was wrestling. |