He made me bad." Then turning away, she walked slowly to the back of her house and passed behind the neighbouring shack where the man stood waiting her.
With dragging steps she approached, till within touch of him, when, falling down upon her knees in the snow, she put her head upon his feet.
"Get up, fool," he cried harshly.
She rose and stood with her chin upon her breast.
"My children!" said the man.

"Where are my children ?" She pointed towards the house of her neighbour, Mrs.Fitzpatrick.
"With a neighbour woman," she said, and turned herself toward him again with head bowed down.
"And yours ?" he hissed.
She shuddered violently.
"Speak," he said in a voice low, calm and terrible.

"Do you wish me to kill you where you stand ?" "Yes," she said, throwing her shawl over her face, "kill me! Kill me now! It will be good to die!" With a curse, his hand went to his side.

He stood looking at her quietly for a few moments as if deliberating.
"No," he said at length, "it is not worth while.

You are no wife of mine.