The frightened Harvester found her at almost dusk when he came from the city with the Dutch dishes, and helped a man launch a gay little motor boat for her on the lake.
"Why Ruth! Ruth-girl!" he exclaimed, kneeling beside her.
She lifted a strained, distorted face.
"Don't touch me! Don't come near me!" she cried.

"It is not true that I am better.

I am not! I am worse! I never will be better.

And before I go I've got to tell you of the debt I owe; then you will hate me, and then I will be glad! Glad, I tell you! Glad! When you despise me?
then I can go, and know that some day you will love a girl worthy of you.

Oh I want you to hate me I am fit for nothing else." She fell forward sobbing wildly and the Harvester tried in vain to quiet her.