You aren't faring any too well.
That's plain enough. I have seen men raise Cain out of sheer
devilishness, out of a desperate notion to smash everything because
they were going to smash themselves. Some people seem able to amuse
themselves by watching other people squirm. Maybe you are like that.
You had complete power over me once. I surrendered to that gladly,
then. You appear to have a faculty of making men dance to any tune you
care to play. But all the power you have now, so far as I'm concerned,
is to make me suffer a little more by giving the whole ugly show away.
No, I haven't the least idea what you may do. I don't know you at
all."
"My God, no, you don't," she flung out. "You don't. If you ever had,
we wouldn't be where we are now."
"Probably it's as well," Hollister returned. "Even if you had been
true, you'd have faltered when I came back looking like this."
"And that would have been worse than what I did do," she said,
"wouldn't it?"
"Are you justifying it as an act of mercy to me?" he asked.
Myra shook her head.
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