Then he asked me again.
"I was a debutante that winter, and we were rehearsing some theatricals for charity which I had to go through with....

And he asked me to marry him.

I told him what I was and he still wished it." Hamil bent nearer from his saddle, face tense and colourless.
"I don't know exactly what I thought; I had a dim notion of escaping from the disgrace of being nameless.

It was the mad clutch of the engulfed at anything....

Not with any definite view--partly from fright, partly I think for the sake of those who had been kind to a--a foundling; some senseless idea that it was my duty to relieve them of a squalid burden--" She shook her head vaguely: "I don't know exactly--I don't know." "You married him." "Yes--I believe so." "Don't you _know_ ?" "Oh, yes," she said wearily, "I know what I did.