Come, come; you played your little game.

You made me come here week after week and bleed a sovereign.

A woman that loved a man would never have been so hard on him as you were on me.

I grinned and bore it; but when you ask me to own another man's child, a man of your own sort that you are in love with--you hate me--that is a little too much: no, Mrs.Drake; if that is your game we will fight it out--before the public if you like." And, having delivered this with a tone of harsh and loud defiance, he left her--left her forever.

She sat down upon the cold ground and rocked herself.