"I've been snapping and biting like a wild beast all day long.

I've been in hell myself, and I've made it hell wherever I went." "Oh, but why ?" Half involuntarily she held out her hand to him as one who would assist a friend in deep waters.
He took it, held it closely, bowed his forehead upon it, and so sat tensely silent.
"Something is wrong.

I wish I could help you," she said at last.
He lifted his head, met her eyes of grave compassion, and abruptly set her free.
"You have done what you could for me," he said.

"You've made me hate my inferno.

But you can't pull me out.