Mary ran to her and grasped both of her hands in her own.

"If it's true--" But Jack snatched her hands away and looked on the other with a mighty hatred and a mightier contempt.
"True?
Why, it damn near finished Pierre with me to think he'd take up with--a thing like you.

But it's true.

If somebody else had told me I'd of laughed at 'em.

But it's true.