To Aime, in her new clear-sightedness of misery, it was bitterly apparent that he was reconciled with her lot and careless of it.
The last frail cords that had bound him to hope snapped as Aime poured out her sorrows.
The hat and jacket were laid aside in two minutes, and Aime came back to her and knelt down.
"No you have not," contradicted Aime, with pitiful sharpness.
So, all at once, so suddenly that Aime was altogether unprepared for the outbreak, she gave way.
