Rachel was the next to speak.
"You have made your confession," she said.

"I wonder whether it would cure you of your unhappy attachment to me, if I made mine ?" He started.

I confess I started too.

He thought, and I thought, that she was about to divulge the mystery of the Moonstone.
"Would you think, to look at me," she went on, "that I am the wretchedest girl living?
It's true, Godfrey.

What greater wretchedness can there be than to live degraded in your own estimation?
That is my life now." "My dear Rachel! it's impossible you can have any reason to speak of yourself in that way!" "How do you know I have no reason ?" "Can you ask me the question! I know it, because I know you.