“June, he doesn’t attack you?”
“Attack me? If you could see my—the bruises on my arm, you simply wouldn’t believe. And he was brought to it.”
“I must go away.”
“It wasn’t his fault.”
“We ought all to go away for a time. The country is poisoning us, June. Under all the smiles that one hears and the soft kindness that one sees at first, there is so much cruelty. We will go.”
“They brought him to it.”
“It’s all so different in the towns, there is so much more going on.”
“But I don’t want any more to go on. I’ve got enough as it is.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, it’s all right. If it wasn’t for Father’s being as he is, it wouldn’t be bad. He’s worse than usual just now, and he won’t have you do anything for him.”