"But how--?
What have you done ?" She looked up at him wild-eyed, the tears making dirty lines on her face, her hand out towards him.
"I took it off.

I shut Hamlet into the barn at Mellot Farm.

I wanted him to be lost.

I didn't want you to have him.

I hated him--always being with you, and me never." Jeremy moved back, and at the sudden look in his eyes her sobbing ceased, she caught her breath and stared at him with a silly fixed stare as a rabbit quivers before a snake.
Jeremy said in his ordinary voice: "You shut Hamlet up?
You didn't want him to be found ?" She nodded her head several times as though now she must convince him quickly of this-- "Yes, yes, yes.