Any change in him seemed to me just the result of the accident.
"Oh, Anne, that night in April when Gilbert told me he thought Dick might be cured! I can never forget it.

It seemed to me that I had once been a prisoner in a hideous cage of torture, and then the door had been opened and I could get out.

I was still chained to the cage but I was not in it.

And that night I felt that a merciless hand was drawing me back into the cage--back to a torture even more terrible than it had once been.

I didn't blame Gilbert.