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Somewhere
in
her
brain
,
a
slow
fire
rose
and
rage
began
to
blot
out
everything
else
.
"
Well
,
having
been
cad
enough
to
say
it
--
"
His
face
went
white
.
"
I
was
a
cad
to
say
it
,
as
I
'm
going
to
marry
Melanie
.
I
did
you
a
wrong
and
Melanie
a
greater
one
.
I
should
not
have
said
it
,
for
I
knew
you
would
n't
understand
.
How
could
I
help
caring
for
you
--
you
who
have
all
the
passion
for
life
that
I
have
not
?
You
who
can
love
and
hate
with
a
violence
impossible
to
me
?
Why
you
are
as
elemental
as
fire
and
wind
and
wild
things
and
I
--
"
She
thought
of
Melanie
and
saw
suddenly
her
quiet
brown
eyes
with
their
far-off
look
,
her
placid
little
hands
in
their
black
lace
mitts
,
her
gentle
silences
.
And
then
her
rage
broke
,
the
same
rage
that
drove
Gerald
to
murder
and
other
Irish
ancestors
to
misdeeds
that
cost
them
their
necks
.
There
was
nothing
in
her
now
of
the
well-bred
Robillards
who
could
bear
with
white
silence
anything
the
world
might
cast
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
say
it
,
you
coward
!
You
're
afraid
to
marry
me
!
You
'd
rather
live
with
that
stupid
little
fool
who
ca
n't
open
her
mouth
except
to
say
'
Yes
'
or
'
No
'
and
raise
a
passel
of
mealy-mouthed
brats
just
like
her
!
Why
--
"
"
You
must
not
say
these
things
about
Melanie
!
"
"
'
I
must
n't
'
be
damned
to
you
!
Who
are
you
to
tell
me
I
must
n't
?
You
coward
,
you
cad
,
you
--
You
made
me
believe
you
were
going
to
marry
me
--
"
"
Be
fair
,
"
his
voice
pleaded
.
"
Did
I
ever
--
"
She
did
not
want
to
be
fair
,
although
she
knew
what
he
said
was
true
.
He
had
never
once
crossed
the
borders
of
friendliness
with
her
and
,
when
she
thought
of
this
fresh
anger
rose
,
the
anger
of
hurt
pride
and
feminine
vanity
.
