"Don't think about that! Try to stop thinking about it," he said. "It's over and done with, don't you see? Dorothy, I love you."
"And do you think I don't love you?" she demanded. "I never will, I never could, love anybody as much as I do you. It scares me. It's the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning, and I even dream about it at night. That's how bad it is. But it's horrible of me to be thinking about that now…."
Her voice shook. He found that he had tightened his grip on her shoulders, as though he were trying to hold her from a jump.
"We're both a little crazy," she went on. "I won't tell you I care for you. I won't admit it. We're both upset by this ghastly business…."
"But it won't be for long, will it? My God! can't you stop brooding? You know what all these fears amount to. Nothing. You heard Dr. Fell say so."
"I can't explain it. I know what I'll do — go away. I'll go away now — tonight-tomorrow — and I'll forget you―"
"Could you forget? Because, if you could―"
He saw that her eyes were full of tears, and cursed himself. He tried to make his voice calm. "There isn't any need to forget. There's only one thing we've got to do. We've got to explain all this tommyrot, murders and curses and foolishness and everything, and then you'll be free. We'll both go away then, and―"
"Would you want me?"
"You little fool!"