"I suppose not," said Marie slowly. "What liars they are, what brutes;--what wretches! Why should he tell me lies like that? Why should he break my heart? That other man never said that he loved me. Did he never love me,--once?"

"I suppose not," said Marie slowly. "What liars they are, what brutes; what wretches! Why should he break my heart? Did he never love me?"
