Her eyes were still on his.
"I know you think that," she replied, as if puzzled and seeking a solution. "An' I know what you think goes.—But, myself, I can't see why not."
"But, Violet, just consider!" he cried, his hands outstretched.
"You wanted me to get away an' get a decent job," she dully answered.
"Not here."
"What's the difference? What's the difference whether it's here or somewheres else? I can't see."
"But here all the time I should know."
"Don't you know, wherever you are, about lots of others that don't get away? An' does that hurt you? Wouldn't you know about me wherever you are, about me wherever I went? An' would that hurt me?"
"You don't understand!"
He seemed to charge her with her admitted incomprehension as if it were a crime.