But for you, much as I owe you, I would like to wring your neck.

I would like to take your arms in my hands and crush them, until--" "Until what ?" Her face was strange.

I saw a hand raised to her throat.
"Until you told me about Oregon!" said I.
I saw her arms move--just one instant--her body incline.

She gazed at me steadily, somberly.

Then her hands fell.
"Ah, God! how I hate you both!" she said; "you and her.