The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 10 Page 57

“I do not care,” she said, biting the rose-leaf lower lip. “You may whisper any treason you please to any h-heartless woman who snares your f-fancy.”

“You do not truly care?”

“I have said it. No, I do not care! Court whom you please! But if you do, my faith in man is dead, and that’s flat!”

“What!”

“Certainly� . After your burning vows so lately made to me. But men have no shame. I know that much.”

“But,” said I, bewildered, “you say that you care nothing for my vows!”

“Did I say so?”

“Yes — you —