The Barber says
No, John, you get no chance. You gave Jennie none. She was just eighteen when you came to our town. She was only a child, John, only a child. Her mother was dead. I was all she had -and she was all I had. And I was trying to bring her up right -to make her the same kind of a woman her mother had been, if you know what that means. Don’t tell me what you did and what you didn’t! She loved you -and -and I trusted you. You were going to get married. You took her away with you -and you didn’t marry her! Marriage? Why, you never thought of it! You couldn’t get her any other way -you wanted her -and you got her! You didn’t care about me, and you didn’t care about her. She was a toy. She amused you, and when you were through with her, you flung her into the gutter! It makes me sick to think of it! She came home six months later. How she got back all the way from where you’d taken her, I don’t know -and I don’t like to guess. And then-then –