Was this how she saw it?
"But we've had SOME perfect hours, SOME perfect times, when we were together!" he pleaded.
"Never!" she cried; "never! It has always been you fighting me off." "Not always--not at first!" he pleaded.
"Always, from the very beginning--always the same!" She had finished, but she had done enough.

He sat aghast.

He had wanted to say: "It has been good, but it is at an end." And she--she whose love he had believed in when he had despised himself--denied that their love had ever been love.

"He had always fought away from her ?" Then it had been monstrous.

There had never been anything really between them; all the time he had been imagining something where there was nothing.