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Why
,
his
very
name
echoed
his
mysterious
origin
and
his
savage
life
.
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
.
"
"
I
think
I
understand
you
,
"
he
replied
quietly
.
"
I
shall
not
urge
you
,
for
I
would
rather
see
you
happy
than
to
be
happy
myself
.
I
see
now
that
you
could
not
be
happy
with
--
an
ape
.
"
There
was
just
the
faintest
tinge
of
bitterness
in
his
voice
.
