I despise it, but there it is.

You have everything; you succeed in _all_ the things you do--you suffocate me--do you understand?
_Always_ the first place, always the attention, the consideration, wherever we go together.

And your pretence--your _lie_ -- of believing my work as good as yours! I believe it -- yes, I do, but you _do not_.

Oh, I know you through and through, Janet Cardiff! And altogether," she went on passionately, "it has been too much for me.

I have not been able to govern it.