"I--I--oh, certainly." "Never have quite got over loving him, as a matter of fact," said he, watching her closely.
She drew a long breath.

"You're right, Simmy.

I've never ceased to care for him.

That's what makes it so hard for me to see him going to the dogs, as you say." "I said 'going to the devil,'" corrected Simmy resolutely.
She laid her hand upon his arm.

Her face was white now and her eyes were dark with pain.
"I shiver when I think of him, Simmy, but not with dread or revulsion.