Not Hell itself seemed such a frightful thing as that jail.
"Well--which do you choose ?" said her uncle in a sharp voice.
The girl shivered.

"I don't care what happens to me," she said, and her voice was dull and sullen and hard.
"And it doesn't much matter," sneered Warham.

Every time he looked at her his anger flamed again at the outrage to his love, his trust, his honor, and the impending danger of more illegitimacy.

"Marrying Jeb will give you a chance to reform and be a good woman.

He understands--so you needn't be afraid of what he'll find out." "I don't care what happens to me," the girl repeated in the same monotonous voice.
Warham rose.