“Yes, you are. But I couldn't do it, Obed.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not. For the same reason I couldn't say yes to what you asked me a while ago. I can't let you help me out of pity.”
“Pity!” He turned and stared at her. “Pity!” he repeated.
“Yes, pity. I know you're sorry for me. You said you were. And I know you'd do anything to help me, even—even—”
He interrupted.
“Thankful Barnes,” he said, “did you think I asked you what I asked that time out of PITY?”
“Now, Obed—”
“Stop! Answer me. Did you think such a fool thing as THAT? You stay right where you are! I want you to look me in the face.”
“Don't, Obed! Don't! Let me be. Don't!”