Maybe that was only egotism. I'm learning much,
my friend. Some of those blinding scales have fallen from my
eyes. And--and as to caring for you, I think I care a great deal.
How much, how little, I couldn't say. My heart is almost broken.
Lassiter. So now is not a good time to judge of affection. I can
still play and be merry with Fay. I can still dream. But when I
attempt serious thought I'm dazed. I don't think. I don't care
any more. I don't pray!...Think of that, my friend! But in spite
of my numb feeling I believe I'll rise out of all this dark agony
a better woman, with greater love of man and God. I'm on the rack
now; I'm senseless to all but pain, and growing dead to that.
Sooner or later I shall rise out of this stupor. I'm waiting the
hour."
"It'll soon come, Jane," replied Lassiter, soberly. "Then I'm
afraid for you. Years are terrible things, an' for years you've
been bound. Habit of years is strong as life itself. Somehow,
though, I believe as you--that you'll come out of it all a finer
woman. I'm waitin', too. An' I'm wonderin'--I reckon, Jane, that
marriage between us is out of all human reason?"
"Lassiter!...My dear friend!...It's impossible for us to marry!"
"Why--as Fay says?" inquired Lassiter, with gentle persistence.
"Why! I never thought why. But it's not possible. I am Jane,
daughter of Withersteen. My father would rise out of his grave.
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