“Why?”
“Because of my own pain. I wanted to make you suffer—as I suffered—only more.”
“I did. Much more. You’re not afraid of me now?”
“No, no. I’m not afraid of you. I shouldn’t be—be where I am, if I were.”
He took pains to give her locality a new definiteness.
“I’m not—what you thought I was?” he asked after that.
“No—yes—that is—I don’t know——”
“Jane!”
“I mean—I don’t believe I ever thought you anything but what you are.”
“You blessed child. And what am I?”