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(3:27. The tears were streaming down Jane’s face as she came out of the session, and their flow increased as she cried more and more. She’d delivered her words in almost a grand sepulchral manner by the break. She sobbed, her face wet, her mouth contorted.

(“I always tried to buy her things to make up,” Jane cried, her whole face twisted with tearful emotion. “I do not know whether she hated me or not. I guess she hated me.”

(“Well,” I said several times, wherever she is now, I sure hope your mother understands what she did to you. I groped for words to express my anger, for watching my wife cry certainly aroused strong feelings within me. I felt like directing some very nasty barbs at Marie — especially when I remembered those old photos of Jane that I’d looked at a couple of days ago. How could a three-year-old child, standing in the snow on Middle Avenue in Saratoga Springs, be responsible for hurting anything — or anybody?

(Jane wasn’t crying by now, but her reddened eyes and face must have been revealing, though no one said anything. “You never hurt anyone,” I said again. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” I held my tongue instead of cursing Marie, as I wanted to. “I’d better shut up, I guess, before I say more.”

(3:47. Crying somewhat again, Jane resumed the session. I had to ask her to repeat some words. She lay back with her eyes closed most of the time.)

There is, therefore, in those regards, no cause for self-punishment or penance (crying), or turmoil. He is therefore not damned in any manner — neither by God or nature, and there is no reason for him to damn himself. He is therefore innocent, and pronounced so.