In utter abandon she told me the story that I can now use against her.
She trusted me and I answered her trust with a promise that I would
never tell, unless she asked me to. It is true that she said she didn’t
care if I did tell. But does it matter what she said? Wouldn’t I, if
I used the permission given in sickness of heart and body, be meaner
than the meanest thing that crawls? Am I to buy my happiness at such a
price?