Summer, fall, winter, spring, another summer, another fall-- so much he
had given of his active life to the incorrigible lips of Judy Jones. She had
treated him with interest, with encouragement, with malice, with
indifference, with contempt. She had inflicted on him the innumerable
little slights and indignities possible in such a case--as if in revenge for
having ever cared for him at all. She had beckoned him and yawned at
him and beckoned him again and he had responded often with bitterness
and narrowed eyes. She had brought him ecstatic happiness and
intolerable agony of spirit. She had caused him untold inconvenience and
not a little trouble. She had insulted him, and she had ridden over him,
and she had played his interest in her against his interest in his work--
for fun. She had done everything to him except to criticise him--this she
had not done-- it seemed to him only because it might have sullied the
utter indifference she manifested and sincerely felt toward him.