And but for you, I should never have known what she had done to me.

I owe you gratitude, though it be for the worst pain I have ever suffered.

But do you think I will forgive her ?" "You would be very forgiving if you could," said the Wanderer, his own anger rising again at the remembrance of what he had seen.
"And do you think that I can love still ?" "No." Israel Kafka walked the length of the room and then came back and stood before the Wanderer and looked into his eyes.

His face was very calm and resolute, the flush had vanished from his thin cheeks, and the features were set in an expression of irrevocable determination.

Then he spoke, slowly and distinctly.
"You are mistaken.