'Did my faults of temper give you any trouble during the first
year of our married life?' he asked gently.
'No,' she admitted.
'They began to afflict you when I was so hard driven by
difficulties that I needed all your sympathy, all your
forbearance. Did I receive much of either from you, Amy?'
'I think you did--until you demanded impossible things of me.'
'It was always in your power to rule me. What pained me worst,
and hardened me against you, was that I saw you didn't care to
exert your influence. There was never a time when I could have
resisted a word of yours spoken out of your love for me. But even
then, I am afraid, you no longer loved me, and now--'
He broke off, and stood watching her face.
'Have you any love for me left?' burst from his lips, as if the
words all but choked him in the utterance.
Amy tried to shape some evasive answer, but could say nothing.
'Is there ever so small a hope that I might win some love from
you again?'
'If you wish me to come and live with you when you go to Croydon
I will do so.'
'But that is not answering me, Amy.
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