It was part a truth, but oh, Deryck, it was more a lie; and it was altogether a lie to call him--the man whom I had felt complete master of me the evening before--'a mere boy.' Also he could not fight it because it took him so utterly by surprise.
He had been all the time as completely without self-consciousness, as I had been morbidly full of it.

His whole thought had been of me.

Mine had been of him and--of myself." "Jane," said the doctor, "of all that you have suffered since that hour, you deserved every pang." Jane bent her head.

"I know," she said.
"You were false to yourself, and not true to your lover.

You robbed and defrauded both.