I meant to wait a bit and have an accident. I thought—you didn't understand. You were a man, and couldn't understand....”
“People can't do as we thought we could do,” I said. “We've gone too far together.”
“Yes,” she said, and I stared into her eyes.
“The horror of it,” she whispered. “The horror of being handed over. It's just only begun to dawn upon me, seeing him now as I do. He tries to be kind to me.... I didn't know. I felt adventurous before.... It makes me feel like all the women in the world who have ever been owned and subdued.... It's not that he isn't the best of men, it's because I'm a part of you.... I can't go through with it. If I go through with it, I shall be left—robbed of pride—outraged—a woman beaten....”
“I know,” I