I don't defend myself! I did wrong; I behaved badly.

But I've suffered for it.
"I've had a foreboding all the time that it would come to the worst, and felt like a murderer with his victim when I've been alone with Stoller.
When I could get away from him I could shake it off, and even believe that it hadn't happened.

You can't think what a nightmare it's been! Well, I've ruined Stoller politically, but I've ruined myself, too.
I've spoiled my own life; I've done what I can never explain to--to the people I want to have believe in me; I've got to steal away like the thief I am.

Good-by!" He jumped to his feet, and put out his hand to March, and then to Mrs.March.
"Why, you're not going away now!" she cried, in a daze.
"Yes, I am.

I shall leave Carlsbad on the eleven-o'clock train.