"Who said it was a woman ?" she continued fiercely, as if to cover her confusion with a burst of gratuitous anger.

"Is that another of your lies ?" Curson's lips, which for a moment had completely lost their smile, were now drawn together in a prolonged whistle.

He gazed curiously at her gown, at her hat, at the bow of bright ribbon that tied her black hair, and said, "Ah!" "A poor man who has kept my secret," she went on hurriedly--"a man as friendless and lonely as myself.

Yes," disregarding Curson's cynical smile, "a man who has shared everything"-- "Naturally," suggested Curson.
"And turned himself out of his only shelter to give me a roof and covering," she continued mechanically, struggling with the new and horrible fancy that his words awakened.
"And thlept every night at Indian Thpring to save your reputation," said Curson.

"Of courthe." Teresa turned very white.