.

." Was not that his own perpetual cry?
"Mr.Dune, I killed my husband." In the silence that followed the only sound was her stifled crying and the crackling fire.
"You knew from the beginning." "No, I did not know." "But you were different from all the others.

I felt it at once when I saw you.

You knew, you understood, you were sorry for me." "I am sorry.

I understand.