"I am myself to blame.

I'm irritable, I'm insanely jealous.

I will make it up with him, and we'll go away to the country; there I shall be more at peace.

" "Unnatural!" She suddenly recalled the word that had stung her most of all, not so much the word itself as the intent to wound her with which it was said.

" I know what he meant; he meant-- unnatural, not loving my own daughter, to love another person's child.