"No," she said. She offered no explanation, no excuse, merely
stated the fact in all its finality.
Aggie was really shocked, though for a reason altogether sordid,
not one whit romantic.
"Ain't he young?" she demanded aggressively. "Ain't he
good-looking, and loose with his money something scandalous? If
I met up with a fellow as liberal as him, if he was three times
his age, I could simply adore him!"
It was Garson who pressed the topic with an inexorable curiosity
born of his unselfish interest in the woman concerned.
"Then, why did you marry him?" he asked. The sincerity of him
was excuse enough for the seeming indelicacy of the question.
Besides, he felt himself somehow responsible. He had given back
to her the gift of life, which she had rejected. Surely, he had
the right to know the truth.
It seemed that Mary believed her confidence his due, for she told
him the fact.
"I have been working and scheming for nearly a year to do it,"
she said, with a hardening of her face that spoke of indomitable
resolve.
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