Sheslowlyturnedherhead，andlookedathimwithadullsurprise。
“Didn’tyousayhehadtoldyoueverything？“sheasked。
“Yes。“
“Don’tyoudespiseawomanlikeme？“
Arnold’sheartwentback，atthatdreadfulquestion，totheonewomanwhowaseternallysacredtohim——tothewomanfromwhosebosomhehaddrawnthebreathoflife。