‘What have you done to me?’ she said in a slow voice.
‘What?’ I articulated in confusion.
‘Yes, what have you done to me?’ she repeated.
‘You mean to say,’ I began; ‘why did I persuade you to read such
books?’
She rose without speaking, and went out of the room. I looked after her.
On the doorway she stopped and turned to me.
‘I love you,’ she said; ‘that’s what you have done to me.’