My brain cleared and a great thankfulness came over me. I began to laugh uproariously.
This was too much for Jenny. With a swish of her skirts, she went flying through the woods.
I continued to laugh, with a sudden detention of all my nerves, cut by sudden involuntary sobs, but the laugh was not honest and something bitter and contemptuous descended into my heart, there to remain.
“Let me up,” I said, at the end.
“All right?”
“Quite.”
We arose and surveyed the wreck we had made of each other.
“I had to do it, Davy.”
“You did right.”