"Yes."
"It's no good. I can't do what he wants."
"What are you going to do, dear?"
"I don't know. I don't care. The terrible thing is that I've had to hurt him. I must go away somewhere."
"I'll come with you and see you through."
Kitty shook her head.
"Don't think about it now," said Jane.
"No; I can't think. I'm too tired, and my head's hot. But if I go away you'll understand why I did it?"
"Kitty"—Jane whispered it—"you won't go back?"
"No. I won't go back. You won't have to think that of me."