And you are going to aid me in accomplishing it.

You say you do not really know now whether you truly love or hate this man, this Farnham.

But I know for myself beyond all doubt.

All that once might have blossomed into love in my heart has been withered into hatred, for I know him to be a moral leper, a traitor to honor, a remorseless wretch, unworthy the tender remembrance, of any woman.

You suppose I went to him this night through any deliberate choice of my own?
Almighty God, no! I went because I was compelled; because there was no possible escape.