Yes," disregarding Curson's cynical smile, "a man who has shared everything--" "Naturally," suggested Curson.
"And turned himself out of his only shelter to give me a roof and covering," she continued mechanically, struggling with the new and horrible fancy that his words awakened.
"And thlept every night at Indian Thpring to save your reputation," said Curson.

"Of courthe." Teresa turned very white.

Curson was prepared for an outburst of fury--perhaps even another attack.

But the crushed and beaten woman only gazed at him with frightened and imploring eyes.

"For God's sake, Dick, don't say that!" The amiable cynic was staggered.