Wheeling Gull Isle spirit desire

"hate you?" her voice was hushed and incredulous; she felt the tremour of flesh against flesh and wondered at it.
"look at where you have brought me, what a home you have made! you have taken me to a place where god brought me peace," the gold misting with tears that threatened to fall.
"hate you? i couldn't, bartholomew," tones gently pleading that he believe her.