Well, harm me as you like; I'd rather be harmed by you than done good to by any one else.
I've got so far, there's no going back.

Do you think some day you could--do you think you _could_ ?' Alice dropped her eyes and shook her pretty head slowly.
'I can't give any promise of that kind,' she replied under her breath.
'You hate me?
I'm a disagreeable beast to you?
I'm a low--' 'Oh dear, don't say such things, Mr.Keene! The idea! I don't dislike you a bit; but of course that's a different thing--' He held out his hand sadly, dashing the other over his eyes.
'Good-bye, I don't think I can come again.

I've abused confidence.
When your brother hears of it--.

But no matter, I'm only a--a sort of crossing-sweeper in your eyes.' Alice's laugh rang merrily.
'What things you do call yourself! Now, don't go off like that, Mr.
Keene.

To begin with, my brother won't hear anything about it--' 'You mean that?
You are so noble, so forgiving?
Pooh, as if I didn't know you were! Upon my soul, I'd run from here to South Kensington, like the ragamuffins after the cabs with luggage, only just to get a smile from you.