BEN
Look what I done to her. Look what I done.
JANE (hand on his shoulder)
Oh, my dear—my dear!
BEN
I did love her, mor’n she thought, mor’n I ever knew how to tell her!
JANE (kneels beside him)
It wasn’t all your fault—you were a lonely boy—she never said much—she was like you, Ben, ashamed to show the best that’s in you.
BEN (bitterly)
The best in me. I ain’t fit that you should touch me Jane—you’d better go.