Algernon Blackwood,
The Story of Karl Ott
(1896)
“ She had opened her lips when he interrupted her with raging vehemence. “And you, damned girl,” he cried, “have allowed me all this time to remain in ignorance that you loved some one else; allowed me to pay court to you, and to love you until all my heart and life and future are all yours; to—to love so deeply, that to lose you must mean to die! And you might so easily have told me the truth: a word years ago would have prevented all, instead of letting month after month go by, playing with my life as only women can, who have—who are——” “Karl, stop!” she cried. “I am married already!” ”
