She straightened herself and stared back at him.
"I know you left because you--you didn't want to stay and face-things.
I--I have felt as if I could kill you, almost, for what you have done.
I--I don't see how you can SIT there and--and look at me that way." She stopped and braced herself.

"I don't want to argue about it.

I came here to make you go back and face things.

It's--horrible--" She was thinking of her father then, and she could not go on.
"Jean, you're all wrong.

I don't know what idea you've got, but you may as well get one or two things straight.