? ? ? ? He had no name. Could she be happy with this jungle waif? Could she find anything in common with a husband whose life had been spent in the tree tops of an African wilderness, frolicking and fighting with fierce anthropoids; tearing his food from the quivering flank of fresh-killed prey, sinking his strong teeth into raw flesh, and tearing away his portion while his mates growled and fought about him for their share?
? ? ? ? Could he ever rise to her social sphere? Could she bear to think of sinking to his? Would either be happy in such a horrible misalliance?
? ? ? ? "You do not answer," he said. "Do you shrink from wounding me?"
? ? ? ? "I do not know what answer to make," said Jane sadly. "I do not know my own mind."
? ? ? ? "You do not love me, then?" he asked, in a level tone.
? ? ? ? "Do not ask me. You will be happier without me. You were never meant for the formal restrictions and conventionalities of society--civilization would become irksome to you, and in a little while you would long for the freedom of your old life--a life to which I am as totally unfitted as you to mine.
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