"Janey, Janey ... I can't—I mustn't love you."
"But you do love me——"
She sank into a chair, and covered her face.
"Yes—I love you. But it's in byways of love. Can't you understand?"
She shook her head.
"Don't you see that, all through, my love for you has been unworthy—the worst in me?..."
She tried to speak, but her words were unintelligible.
"You and I have never been happy together——"
"Never?..."
"Yes—at times. But it was a blasting, scorching happiness—there was no peace in it. We doubted each other."