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She is wholly in your power, utterly at your mercy. What more is she to endure at your hands? I am speaking plainly because it seems to me to be a time for plain speaking. I can't help what you think, I am afraid I don't care. You've been like a son to me. I promised your mother on her death-bed that I would never fail you, I could have forgiven you any mortal thing on earth--but Gillian. It's Gillian and me, Barry. And if it's a case of fighting for her happiness--by God, I'll fight! And now you know why I have told you all that I have tonight, why I have rendered an account of my stewardship. If you want me to go I shall quite understand. I know I have exceeded my prerogative but I can't help it. I've left everything in order, easy for anybody to take over--" Craven's head had sunk into his hands, now he sprang to his feet unable to control himself any longer. "Peter--for God's sake--" he cried chokingly, and stumbling to the window he wrenched back the curtain and flung up the sash, lifting his face to the storm of wind and rain that beat in about him, his chest heaving, his arms held rigid to his sides.

"Do you think I don't care?" he said at last, brokenly. "Do you think it hasn't nearly killed me to see her unhappiness--to be able to do nothing. You don't know--I wasn't fit to be near her, to touch her. I hoped by going to Africa to set her free. But I couldn't die. I tried, God knows I tried, by every means in my power short of deliberately blowing my brains out--a suicide's widow--I couldn't brand her like that. When men were dying around me like flies death passed me by--I wasn't fit even for that, I suppose." He gave a ghastly little mirthless laugh that made Peters wince and came back slowly into the room, heedless of the window he had left open, and walked to the fireplace dropping his head on his arm on the mantel. "You asked me just now what I meant to do to her--it is not a question of me at all but what Gillian elects to do. I am going to her tomorrow. The future rests with her. If she turns me down--and you turn me down--I shall go to the devil the quickest way possible. It's not a threat, I'm not trying to make bargains, it's just that I'm at the end of my tether. I've made a damnable mess of my life, I've brought misery to the woman I love. For I do love her, God help me. I married her because I loved her, because I couldn't bear to lose her. I was mad with jealousy. And heaven knows I've been punished for it. My life's been hell. But it doesn't matter about me--it's only Gillian who matters, only Gillian who counts for anything." His voice sank into a whisper and a long shudder passed over him.