[ A little shoulder lift is the response. ]

For then, perhaps, although I knew well enough how he treated you. I believed you hated him as much as I, had only borne him for the sake of necessity. I was not thinking of that, when I fled.

[ She turns, pulling her legs up so she can sit and face him. ]

And what of now? Sometimes I cannot even hear you banter charmingly upon the crystal without feeling of a sudden as if it means I am— [ Am what? ] —unnecessary. That it should do you little injury, were I gone.

And that now you have him, it should do you none at all.