You wouldn't think the worse of me for--for what I've done; or let mother know.

I couldn't tell a stranger even if he went right to Arthur with it.

I'm not made that way.

I couldn't stand the shame." Drawing back a step she wrung her small hands together, exclaiming, "What an unhappy girl I am!" Then stepping up to my side, she whispered in my ear: "There is something I could say which might--" I stopped her.

Right or wrong, I stopped her.