But Amy made no movement towards him.
'How can you say that I have deserted you?' she returned, with
cold indignation. 'When did I refuse to share your poverty? When
did I grumble at what we have had to go through?'
'Ever since the troubles really began you have let me know what
your thoughts were, even if you didn't speak them. You have never
shared my lot willingly. I can't recall one word of encouragement
from you, but many, many which made the struggle harder for me.'
'Then it would be better for you if I went away altogether, and
left you free to do the best for yourself. If that is what you
mean by all this, why not say it plainly? I won't be a burden to
you. Someone will give me a home.'
'And you would leave me without regret? Your only care would be
that you were still bound to me?'
'You must think of me what you like. I don't care to defend
myself.'
'You won't admit, then, that I have anything to complain of? I
seem to you simply in a bad temper without a cause?'
'To tell you the truth, that's just what I do think. I came here
to ask what I had done that you were angry with me, and you break
out furiously with all sorts of vague reproaches.
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