She _must_ tell me everything.

Have I not a right to ask it of her?
I can't live on like this; I do nothing.

The days pass in misery of idleness.

If only in pity she will tell me all.' 'Don't you think it possible,' Mrs.Baxendale asked, 'that she has already done so ?' He gazed at her blankly, despairingly.
'You have come to believe that?
Her words--her manner--seem to prove that ?' 'I cannot say certainly.

I only mean that you should be prepared to believe if she repeated it.' 'Yes, if she repeats it.