'Why are you behaving to me like this?'
'Surely it makes no difference to you how I behave? You can
easily forget that I exist, and live your own life.'
'What have I done to make this change in you?'
'Is it a change?'
'You know it is.'
'How did I behave before?' he asked, glancing at her.
'Like yourself--kindly and gently.'
'If I always did so, in spite of things that might have
embittered another man's temper, I think it deserved some return
of kindness from you.'
'What "things" do you mean?'
'Circumstances for which neither of us is to blame.'
'I am not conscious of having failed in kindness,' said Amy,
distantly.
'Then that only shows that you have forgotten your old self, and
utterly changed in your feeling to me. When we first came to live
here could you have imagined yourself leaving me alone for long,
miserable days, just because I was suffering under misfortunes?
You have shown too plainly that you don't care to give me the
help even of a kind word. You get away from me as often as you
can, as if to remind me that we have no longer any interests in
common.
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