If he had been wholly wise, he would have known that her not remembering
was the end of him; but Dan'l in that moment was not even a little wise.
He was playing for a big stake; Faith was never so lovely in his eyes;
and there was desperation in him. He was blind with the heat of his own
desire.... He cried now:
"You do remember. You're pretending, Faith. You could not forget. You
loved me then; and, Faith, you love me now."